gotta have a guy to rep the plaid leisure suit
couldnt decide on a color though
sommme toh icons for pride 🌈🌈🌈 (all free to use, just please credit if you do!)
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plot twist: he can actually smell them
Final day : it was an optional one so I drew him with his favorite people <3
I saw this shirt from NerdyKeppie and immediately knew I had to co-opt it for my ace4ace ekurei Agenda.
A short comic I made about my experiences as a seasonal worker, and the way places change you.
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#quizzes#linguistics#regionalism#this quiz absolutely pinpointed my area; pretty precisely#(but i knew it would#where i'm from we have a completely unique name for that “sandwich with a lot of ingredients on a long roll” question#and i learned relatively recently that like the only two places in the U.S. that pronounce Mary Marry Merry all differently#are: where i was born; and then where i moved to and have lived for the last 30 years#so this quiz was always going to be like dropping a pin in the map for me)
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom Rating: G Words: 1.4K~ Summary: A dozen days past, Aryll still remembers exactly where she stood at the precise moment of the Upheaval’s rising… at the precise moment she realized something terrible must have happened to her brother and Zelda. (Minor spoilers for TotK initiating events. Set in the future of a slight canon divergent AU where both Link and his younger sister Aryll wake up on the Great Plateau.)
First TotK fic! This is ridiculously self indulgent and basically written just for my entertainment, lol. If anyone else happens to enjoy this, then cool! That’s simply a bonus.
This fic is a sneak peak at a young adult Aryll. She’s around eighteen or so here.
Also a big F you to tumblr formatting, which no longer allows me to underline text, or even copy underlined text in. Ughh. Y'all just gonna get bolded text where it's supposed to be underlined, sorry.
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Unspoken Upheavals
A dozen days past, Aryll still remembers exactly where she stood at the precise moment of the Upheaval’s rising.
Everyone does, really. How could one blame them? The mortal psyche does love internalizing such damning, horrifying moments of dread, after all. And over time, with enough traumatic exposure, it simply becomes easier to remember the tragedies and the hardships over life’s gifts and delights.
In those early years of reconstruction after the Calamity’s end, Hyrule’s joy was swiftly undercut by this crushing aura of… unease. Of disbelief. This lingering hunch that their burdens had not truly ceased, not forever. So when people started mysteriously falling ill after venturing near Castle Town’s ruins and the ancient tech excavation sites… when Purah and her new young protégé began looking into that troublesome ‘gloom’ they detected wafting up from the newly unearthed catacombs… when— mere days after her brother and Zelda ventured underground to investigate— the whole castle itself rose up upon a monstrous plume of malice and chunks of ruins began plummeting from the sky… it was hard for people not to fixate on the worst possibilities… to allow this singular, terrifying, historic occurrence to sear itself into their memories forever.
She was in Kakariko at the time, visiting Paya and all the others for a little while before her upcoming trip to the Gerudo region to see her girlfriend. A few hours had passed since Zelda’s last communication, but she wasn’t worried then. After all, Link retrieved the sword from its pedestal under the Great Deku Tree before their departure on this quest. The Blade of Evil’s Bane at the zenith of its power and wielded by the most talented swordsman in all Hyrule simply shouldn’t fail.
Yet fail they did.
Aryll doesn’t have any way to prove her hunch yet, but she fears the Master Sword was destroyed that morning.
As she rushed out from Impa’s home where she was having tea and caught her first glimpse of the massive stone rings careening down towards the village like comets vying to collide with the very skin of the earth— pulsating tails of green energy tracing their calamitous journey towards the surface as her friends and neighbors screamed at their approach— her first instinct as one talented with sight beyond was to tune her mind towards the ancient spirit who dwells within Link’s weapon.
She felt nothing. Nothing but silence, when on any other day she could at minimum pick up on her warm, quiet hum.
As reliable as ever, Kakariko’s citizens spun into a charitable frenzy after the ruins’ landing, immediately rushing to aid anyone who might’ve been injured by this unexpected upheaval, or to console and assist those whose homes had been destroyed. No fatalities were discovered, thank goodness— not even a wayward cucco’s— but as the hours ticked ever onwards… Aryll simply couldn’t ignore that sinking, grief-stricken feeling that something terrible had happened to her brother. To Zelda, too.
Because if that blade were to be broken, the very spirit within silenced, then—
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“Aryll!” the voice before her prompts with a snap of her fingers. “Focus! Stay with me, here.”
She inhales sharply, shaking away all thoughts of the recent past. “Sorry, sorry— what were you saying again?”
So, yesterday I did say that I might post an origfic sample if I got no questions...but I never said that I wouldn't post a sample if I did get questions. Want almost 2100 words of navel-gazey rambling about how a returned King Arthur might be manufactured into a comic-book-style superhero (and how he might feel about all of that), from the perspective of a British government employee, written by a Canadian who's never been there? Yeah you do, here goes.
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When Agent Jane Carmichael had joined MI5, this was not what she’d expected to be doing.
Of course, it was the domestic Security Service, but still, she’d expected espionage. Intrigue. Complicated geopolitical…something. She’d dared to hold out hope for a slinky red dress and a thigh holster. She’d even anticipated all the paperwork. Well, most of the paperwork. Some of the paperwork, certainly.
She had not expected to find herself sat beside the legendary Arthur, King of the Britons, awakened from centuries of ensorcelled slumber to come to the world’s aid in its hour of greatest need, stuffed into a cramped Mini Cooper with the fabled sword Excalibur in its jewelled and enchanted sheath poking her in the kidneys through the seat as she inched through the solid wall of traffic that was Piccadilly in the morning rush.
Still, Agent Jane Carmichael was nothing if not a professional. She’d taken stranger things in stride, though admittedly not many of them. And there was always a small chance that this would be the mission where she’d require the red dress.
It would help if she had any idea how to make small talk with a mediaeval warlord, though.
i think he looks nice in pink.....
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i made that beard out of a colonel sanders wig and bear and a stocking