vast lake

Poe buys Finn soap.

When asked, he says: “I was thinking of buying it for Rey, but she likes the sonic better than the water shower, and I know you like baths a whole lot more than she does.”

Finn does like baths. The First Order had rooms with flat showerheads that ran for two minutes at a time, just long enough for the muscles in his back to start to uncoil under the pressure before they abruptly shut off. Water in plenty has been an exciting luxury, which almost makes up for the corroding smell and taste and touch of everything else. The First Order valued cleanliness and straight lines and antiseptic, while on D’Qar everything is slightly tilted just enough to look wrong, and there’s a stickiness to the walls that holds dust and the finger-marks of a thousand species.

Finn doesn’t take baths often; the concept of waste has been drilled into his head too often for too long that using that much water at once still makes him uncomfortable, but the Resistance base is settled on a planet made up of vast clearwater lakes, so he likes to think that maybe a bath or two every couple of cycles won’t do much harm. He doesn’t miss the First Order at all, even when the Otherness of this place raises the hair on the back of his neck and suspicious glares sink deep into his bones, but he likes being busy and he likes achieving things, so in between quietly recalculating their resources under the watchful eye of General Organa and learning how to see the Universe with his eyes tightly shut, he has baths.

The soap itself comes in several small, round balls, flecked with tiny spots of colour like the blossoming petals of a flower. They smell sweet, but hold their shape firmly in Finn’s hand, and when he rolls them between his fingers they leave a fine trail of sparkling dust. It takes him a good week, but he finally catches an R&R day, so he runs a bath in Poe’s small bunk, and drops one of the fragrant spheres into the water, and watches at it dissolves, frothing pink foam and filling the air with a delicious perfume.

Yes, Finn thinks to himself quietly, Rey would definitely hate this.

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A Wondrous Retcon

I’d like to talk for a minute about the inconsistency and retcon-fuckery of the latest ouat episode A Wondrous Place (6x15). Swallowing down the bile of how ridiculous it is that a Kraken would attack small hand rowed boats in the middle of vast lakes, let’s take a journey with Ariel for a moment. You see, this lovable little kleptomaniac bounced around in flashbacks that were both peculiar and hilarious, and while I enjoy the novelty of her getting to Agrabah with what I can only assume was a stolen enchanted necklace that she scavenged from a drowning person, I do enjoy the actress being back on set.

That being said, I need to announce something pretty damn important. She shouldn’t have been able to speak at all. Regina had stolen her voice.

It becomes abundantly clear rather quickly that this scene is from the past when Ariel starts talking to Jasmine.

Oh yes, a party, the Ursula Ball. I remember that, do you remember that? Because apparently the writer’s sure as hell don’t! That party was from season fucking three. It was the first time we even meet Ariel, because it was all tied into the Neverland plot. Let’s just refresh the ol’ memory. You see, our cheerful little klepto attends the ball with Snow, and when she’s not trying to pocket the forks, she manages to get a dance with her prince. Which is when he tells her this…

Eric basically says ‘hey come with me, I’ll wait for a while to see if you show up’. Ariel panics, what with only having legs to use for a few hours, but after that, she tries to get back to him to say she’d love to join him. When she swims up to meet him, she suddenly can’t say anything though. Turns out, after being forked in the neck, Regina wasn’t going to sit back and let her get away with it, and so she steals Ariel’s voice as punishment for attacking her and saving Snow.

And yeah, I get it, they could say she found some magical whatever that let her find her voice again, except, they can’t. You know how they can’t? Because they already fucking showed us in the same episode back in season three that Ariel had spent all that time without her voice. In fact it was pretty crucial for the plot considering Regina gave Ariel her voice back so she could go and get help from Belle in Storybrooke, where Eric coincidentally now lived.

The amount of shit that they undo each episode is starting to give me a migraine. It’s one thing to write something poorly, it’s another to shit all over the stories you’ve already told, time and again. For no actual reason other than you have no idea what to write now, or how to utilize the cast and character’s at your fingertips. It’s actually laughable that they make so many blatant mistakes repeatedly. Laughable, and downright fucking sad. At least have the decency to hire someone to re-watch your shit before you write another episode. Like have some respect for what you’ve already written you bunch of muppets.

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When evil rules all, an awakening voice from the Sacred Realm will call those destined to be Sages who dwell in the five temples. One in a deep forest…One on a high mountain…One under a vast lake…One within the house of the dead…One inside a goddess of the sand…Together with the Hero of Time, the awakened ones will bind the evil and return the light of peace to the world…

To the Ends of the World [1/?]

A/N: It’s finally hereeee! This is the sequel to my S4 Canon-Divergence fic, Days of Future’s Past. There are a lot of dynamics and backstory within Days that carries into this story so I’d heavily advise you read it before this one, other wise you’ll spend most of the time scratching your head wondering who the characters are and why x is happening. For those who did read Days, welcome back to the universe! I have been dying to get back to this world and finish out our heroes’ story! Many thanks to my amazing beta @ive-always-been-a-pirate for giving this a look over! 

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Six months after the events in Days of Future’s Past all is eerily calm for the heroes - until Maleficent finds a way to circumvent the prophecy that foretells her demise. Emma and Killian must now race against the clock to save one of their children from a fate worse than death while battling their own internal demons. With long held secrets revealed and love tested, can the Charmings and Jonses save one of their own and finally defeat Maleficent before she becomes an unstoppable evil?


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Prologue

On the shores of a vast and still lake, beneath the canopy of stars that had bore witness to the creation of all realms, stood a lone figure.

She would have been considered a vision if any mortal had been there to witness her presence, her beauty unparalleled except for that of Aphrodite’s. Her features were soft with her skin glowing alabaster in the moonlight, her black hair cascading down her shoulders and a stark contrast to the white gown that hugged her form. For centuries Mankind had written poems and songs about her, weaving her name and title into their tales until she was nothing more than a legend in their world - a faceless and forgotten woman. But they would never know the true depth of her being. She had been a fixed point in the cosmos since the dawn of time, born from the raw magic of the world and placed as its guardian before Mankind had even winked into existence. Power that not even the Dark Ones would have been able to comprehend flowed through her veins and seeped into the very air around her.

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Namib Desert, Namibia, Africa
One of the driest regions on Earth, the Namib Desert, Namibia, Africa (23.0N, 15.0E) lies adjacent to the Atlantic coast but the upwelling oceanic water causes a very stable rainless atmosphere. The few local inland rivers do not reach the sea but instead, appear as long indentations where they penetrate the dune fields and end as small dry lakes. The vast dune fields are the result of sands deposited over millions of years by the stream flow.

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It’s Quiet Uptown (Jacob Portman x reader)

Anonymous said: hey!! i love your work so much! i was wondering if you could write an imagine based on jake and y/n. they get into a fight and jake says something really rude and then realizes it was stupid and it’s all cute and fluffy later? sorry this is so long and confusing!! stay peculiar!


Hey! I hope you like this! The ending is based on a song from Hamilton: the Musical, hence the title It’s Quiet Uptown. I honestly had so much fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it! x

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I climbed up a mountain, and looked off the edge at all of the lives that I never have led. There’s one where I stayed with you across the sea. I wonder do you still think of me? - The Ocean, by The Bravery

Drinking Part 2 (Sirius Black x Reader)

Part One / Part Three (coming soon)

Pairing: Sirius x Reader

Word Count: 1752

Summery: [Y/N] helped Sirius out at a party and now is feeling the effects.

A/N: This is a continuation of the fic from last week. It was getting really long so I decided to turn it into three parts. Apologies for the cliffhanger! And thank you for those who liked the first part and send feedback its always much obliged :)


Sirius awoke with a pounding in his head. Groaning, his eyes painfully adjust to the light only to look upon the grinning faces of his best friends.

“Why helloooooo sleeping beauty” James coos, grinning from ear to ear.

“How are you feeling?” Peter asks timidly. Sirius groans in response and fall back on the bed with his arm over his eyes.

“Like Hell. Remind me never to drink that much ever again” he whines.

“Well it looks like someone left something for you on your desk” Remus points out, hiding his smile from the rest. Sirius turns his head to the side and props himself up on his elbows. Narrowing his eyes he notices a cup, some candies and a note lying on his side table. Reaching over he takes the note and reads it:

Take both with water. They are Hangover Toffees that will help with last night’s drinking. Take care and get some rest.

“Awww did you guys bring me some Hangover Toffees?” Sirius says with a small smile. James and Peter become confused.

“I didn’t put those there”

“Yeah man neither did I. Moony did you get those for him?”

Remus shakes his head smiling “Don’t you think we would just tell you what on the note instead of having to write it down if it was any of us?”

The other three voice various sounds of understanding and nod at their own thoughtlessness.

“But,” Remus continues “It was very nice of her to think ahead at your inevitable hangover”

“She?!” They all exclaim. Sirius’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Do you know who it was?”

Remus nods and smiles openly. “I   may    have seen [Y/N] struggling to drag an extremely drunk you into the room”

Sirius’s eye grow to the size of dinner plates and his heart begins to race.

“ [Y]–[Y/N]?!” he stutters. “Nothing happened right?! I didn’t do any thing to hurt her right!?”

“Wow Padfoot you must really have been drunk to not have remembered the ‘goddess of a witch’ [Y/N] in   your   room” James snorts, mocking the way Sirius describes you to his close friends.

Remus rolls his eyes at James, a knowing smile still playing across his scarred lips.

“No you didn’t do anything to her don’t worry. She left you those though” he says pointing to the toffees. “Sweet of her to think of you don’t you think?”

Sirius groans and covers his face “Godric this is so embarrassing!”

“Think of it this way,” James starts, putting his arm around his best friend “Now you have an excuse to talk to her. Go find her and thank her! Then ask her to Hogsmeade and boom! Happily ever after!”

Sirius stares at him. Although he would hate to admit it, the thought of finally being able to talk to [Y/N] (while sober) was something he could only do in his dreams. Whenever he saw her he would be too nervous to go up to her and start a conversation. It wasn’t like that with any of the other girls in Hogwarts. He could easily charm his was into any girl’s heart with a look and a “Hello”. But with her he couldn’t even look at her without his mind going blank. He was jealous of his drunk self. That version of Sirius Black wasn’t afraid to talk to her, something sober him wanted desperately to be able to do. And now was his chance. An excuse to finally talk to her after 7 years of hopelessly trying to get [Y/N] out of his head.

With a nod of determination, Sirius decides to seek her out.

—-

“You’ll burn your toast with those laser eyes” Ismene Grint remarks at her fellow housemate. [Y/N] had been sitting silently during breakfast, not touching her food at all. Her mind is too busy racing with thoughts from last night. She was extremely embarrassed with the whole situation. She hated how her face begins to heat when she think about how beautiful his face looked or how strong his arms were when he was holding himself up. They were physically close, more than she ever thought possible. In past years whenever she would be in the same room as Sirius he would avoid her like the plague, not even daring to look at her. He would be fooling around with whoever it was that week and [Y/N] would sit there, wishing on all the stars that he would finally turn his gaze towards little ol’ her. But last night was different. Last night he looked her right in the eyes with his misty grey orbs and actually spoke to her!

But he was drunk at the time. [Y/N] knew this, and it saddened her. She knew that once he would sober up using the toffees she left, he would resume his usual routine of avoiding her.

But not this time.

This time she will be the one to avoid him like the plague! Take that pretty boy!

Sighing she turns her head towards the area where the Marauders usually sit. However they are no where to be found. Confused she looks around the Great Hall trying to look for the troublemakers.

No she shouts at herself in her mind Stupid! You’re supposed to be ignoring him not actively looking for him!

Just then the doors to the Great Hall swing up and four figures in red and black saunter through. [Y/N]’s head whips up and she locks eyes with smoldering grey ones. Oh Niffler!

Sirius widens his eyes and sees her looking directly at him. This is his chance! He begins to walk towards her when her eyes harden, the most disgusted look on her face, and turns back to her food. Sirius’ heart drops and his eyes feel heavy. Remus notices the interaction and pats him on the shoulder, a confused look developing on his face. The Marauders place themselves in their usual seats and that was that.

Truthfully she wasn’t disgusted with him. She was disgusted with herself. She was disgusted that the mere thought of Sirius Black made her face heat up and her knees lose feeling. If he so much as looked at her her mind would fog up like glass panes in winter.

And that exactly how her mind was for the rest of the week.

Every chance he could Sirius’ eyes would find her. Sitting in Charms class, she would suddenly shiver, feeling a pair of eyes on her. She didn’t have to look to know it was him. The familiar fog would settle itself in her head and her body would heat up. Not to mention Ismene’s constant teasing.

“Oooooo, Black’s staring at you again” she nudges [Y/N] in the arm. [Y/N] swats her friend’s shoulder discreetly.

“Stop looking at him! I know he is! Ignore it please.” she pleads.

“[Y/N],” Ismene’s face now solemn, “you’ve been weird since the party. You haven’t so much as looked in that boy’s direction! Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine. Just finally decided Sirius Black was an unreachable dream. My hope for him to truly see me is gone. It’s time to be realistic.” she replies bitterly, her eyes slightly stinging.

“Alright~” Ismene muses as the bell rings, gathering her books. “But i mean he’s been ‘seeing you’ for about a week now. Kinda looks like he wants to talk to you about something though” she finishes nodding past [Y/N]’s shoulder.

A wash of dread crashes over her as she spots Sirius, a look of determination rivaling that of James Potter’s when he sees Lilly Evans. He starts towards [Y/N] but she is faster, her hands working quickly to pack her supplies. Narrowly, she darts past a gobsmacked Sirius and runs off to somewhere she can finally vent the fog consuming her mind.

—-

[Y/N] finds herself walking along the shore line of the lake. Gripping a large stick she found, she thrashes it about, whipping random flora as she huffs along. Coming out here was supposed to clear her mind but being alone, the vastness of the lake allowing her thoughts to flow with the water, made the fog denser.

Had Sirius finally run out of girls the cycle through and decided to go after the only girl he hadn’t yet conquered? Did he get pranked on and suspect her?

No, she shook her head, I don’t do that kind of thing.

Then she stops her movements abruptly and stares at the rocks.

No.

Had he finally remembered about the party!?

She beings walking hurriedly in an ellipse shape, her eyes wandering aimlessly and her hands finding no place to rest.

Had Sirius finally remembered the events of that night? Was he so appalled that he was clinging on to her and spoke to her? Did he finally realize what he said and regretted calling her gorgeous? Was that why he was looking at her now after all those years? To set the record straight that, if sober, he never would have done or said that?

Tears prick her eyes, and she forcefully throws the stick onto the ground as her mind settles on that notion. She hoped with all her heart that he didn’t remember. She hoped he assumed the note and hangover toffee’s were from another Marauder, or even one of his many lovers. That way she wouldn’t have to face him and she could go back to being  [Y/N], the girl who didn’t exist in his magical world.

Her ravenous thoughts were interrupted by the sound of leaves rustling. She whips around and gasps.

Ten feet away stands a panting Sirius Black, his hair messy from running and combing his hand through it frustratingly. His eyes scour the horizon until he finally lays his eyes upon a frozen [Y/N], a similar look of shock on her face. She was too shocked to tear her eyes away and run, as she had done so many times before. Sirius notices this fact as well. Determined to seize the opportunity presented to him, he runs towards her with everything he has.

Her eyes widen at his action. Desperate to escape she starts to back up. However she does not notice the stick she through down in anger. Her heel lands on the stick and she stumbles back. The stick rolls from underneath her and she loses her footing. With her arms windmilling to keep her balance, her efforts fail her and with a thundering splash the lake envelops her. The last thing to grace her ears is the cries of the boy she took care of only days before.

“[Y/N]!”

~To be continued ~


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The Afanc and the Maiden - Chapter 2

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(Eventual) Luke Evans x Reader

Y/N is studying abroad in Cardiff, Wales and is a Literature major. She wants to do her final thesis on a local folklore, but soon finds out the folklore is real and is not what people believe it to be.

Intro | Chapter 1

Notes: Here is Chapter 2! Y/n journey has begun. It’s only beginning, and there’s MUCH more to come ;)

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She arrived at the pub at 5:00 p.m. The Cambrian Tap was on the corner of a street, the building the color of… with big, black windows and grey brick work above the windows. Thankfully, it wasn’t too crowded for a Saturday evening. When y/n entered the pub, she thought to grab herself a beer for the occasion. She walked up to the bar and took a seat on the stool.

“What can I get for you, miss?” asked the bartender.

“Uuuuhhh…. I don’t know much about ales or beers here sooo,” she said as she quickly looked at the list of drinks before her. There were so many to choose from that it seemed impossible to pick just one. “I’ll try the Dragon Dark,” y/n smiled as she looked at the bartender.

“Coming right up,” he said as he went to grab a glass, poured her drink from a stout then handed it to her. ‘Dragon’s Dark’ was a dark ale with a roasted barley flavor and creamy head. “Why not,”y/n said in her head.

Y/n thanked the bartender when he gave her the drink and before he walked off, she asked him,

“Also, I wanted to ask, do you know of a few old men who come here often, Saturday evenings. They speak of fairytales, probably get weird looks from other customers?” The bartender smirked, knowing exactly who y/n was talking about.

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anonymous asked:

Drabble prompt: Allura sharing a memory or two about her father with Shiro?

A cool night breeze blew around their balcony, but Allura didn’t feel it. She only felt Shiro’s hand idly skimming over her arm as she nuzzled closer to his chest. A smile spread over her face as she watched the moons of their host planet waver on the surface of the lake that sprawled before the Castle. Suddenly an fond remembrance tugged at the back of her mind, and she chuckled to herself.

“Hm?” Shiro hummed, leaning down to press a kiss into her hair.

“I’m just thinking, about my father. Our view brings back an old memory.” 

“Tell me about it,” Shiro murmured as Allura shifted to lay her head in his lap. 

She smiled, her eyes glazing over wistfully. “I was a child. Young, but old enough to know better-” She giggled as Shiro brushed a stray lock from her forehead. “One of Father’s rules was always no pets. He insisted that he or Coran or Mila- my chamber maid, a dear, patient woman-  would just end up taking care of it. Or I’d end up forgetting it on some planet-” Shiro snickered, reaching behind himself to pour another glass of nunvill. “And I resented him greatly for it. So one day during a trip to Liheira, I snuck away to go ‘exploring’ near this vast, beautiful lake. And along the banks I found an eight-legged turnin leaper— I believe it’s comparable to your…hm, what’s the word?” She looked to Shiro for help but he just shrugged uselessly. “Oh- frog! Like a frog, but with more antennae.”

“Please tell me you brought it home,” Shiro grinned.

“Precisely,” Allura winked. “And of course, I was a terror so I brought it to dinner. I’ve never seen a chief jump out of their seat so quickly.” She let out a sparkling laugh, “I’d never seen Father so mad. The leaper got thrown back to the wild immediately.”

Shiro entwined his fingers in hers. “I’m guessing that put a permanent ban on animals.”

“Actually, no.” Allura sighed, a bittersweet smile coming into her features, “After I was grounded for a week, my father thought he had been too harsh…I got a fish.”

“That’s almost as bad as nothing,” Shiro wrinkled his nose, laughing as she swatted at him.

“What about you, Shiro?” Allura heaved herself up to lean against his shoulder again.

Shiro looked out at the lake, absently swirling the liquid in his glass. “Well, it was just my mom and I in a small apartment.” He chuckled, “I always wanted a dalmatian when I was little, but- no dice.” His face lit up again and he pulled Allura close. “But once in elementary school I found a kitten, all thin and scruffy, under a park bench. And somehow-” Shiro shook his head, pressing his lips together in a wistful smile- “I thought my mom wouldn’t notice if I hid it in my bedroom. Because there’s nothing suspicious about your nine year old bringing a bowl of water into his room and slamming the door, right?”

Allura giggled, “How long did it take?”

“A day. And only that long because she worked nights.” He threw his head back with a groan, “I still remember her face when I came home from school- she was waiting, holding it. She said ‘Takashi, I work all night and I come home to find another mouth to feed?’ I started crying- I thought she was gonna toss it out the window. But we kept it.” Shiro snorted, “She and that cat were best friends in about a week.”

Allura’s laugh buzzed pleasantly against his arm. She nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder, looking up at him with searching eyes. “I wonder if our parents would have gotten along,” she mused.

Shiro reached down to tilt her chin up, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. “They would’ve at least agreed that their kids were brats.”

Last night I dreamt that I was sealed away into an underground tomb, it was dark and cold. I looked around and found a small hole with light flowing out of it, desperate to get out I clawed at the hole eventually breaking through in a flash of brilliant light. I found myself walking through the hole I made into a lush garden courtyard.

Curious to figure out were I was I walked towards pillars at the courtyards entrance beyond the court yard was a vast lake with boats sailing on it. Standing there I found myself holding two black jackel puppies in my arms. I thank Anubis and my dream ends…

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  • Your cousin turned eighteen and moved to Toronto. You think he used to write you letters. You think he had blue eyes. You have not seen him in years. You do not remember his name.
  • The fog in Windsor gets so thick you lose sight of the river. The Ambassador Bridge disappears into nothingness. You have never crossed it in this state but you are sure it no longer leads to Detroit.
  • You drive down highways cut into the Canadian Shield. You wonder what was awoken in all that blasting. You wonder if the Inukshuks are meant as warnings.
  • The air in Hamilton hangs heavy with something other than pollution.
  • Something ripples beneath the surface of the Great Lakes. No one asks and no one tells but you know it is not their vastness that earned the lakes their name.
  • The tunnels behind Niagara Falls echo with more than just rushing water. You ask the man who runs the elevator. He smiles at you with dead eyes. “168, 000 cubic metres of water every minute,” he says. He repeats himself in French. The elevator doors slowly slide closed. You forget what you were asking.
  • There are ghosts in Ottawa. You hear keys jangle down a cobble-stoned street but you are alone with nothing but the night air and the weight of history pressing in on you.
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We’re obsessed with these stunning animations of the creatures from the duat, or underworld, in ancient Egyptian mythology. This is a realm of vast caverns, lakes of fire, and magical gates, all guarded by fearsome beasts - snakes, crocodiles, and half-human monstrosities with names like “he who dances in blood.” To make things worse, Apep, the serpent god of destruction, lurks in the shadows waiting to swallow souls.

From the TED-Ed Lesson The Egyptian Book of the Dead: A guidebook for the underworld - Tejal Gala

Animation by Silvia Prietov

Realms of Chaos: Slaanesh

The realm of Slaanesh is certainly pretty, but nothing in the Warp is ever as it seems (except Khorne; he’s a pretty straightforward guy). Of all the Chaos gods, Slaanesh is the only one who openly welcomes any and all intruders into his/her empire, delighting in luring and trapping mortals with temptation. Slaanesh’s realm is split into 6 dominions arranged in concentric circles around his/her Palace of Pleasure. These domains are not only a celebration of desire and excess, but a defense mechanism as well. As you’ll see, the setup is reminiscent of the Circles of Hell in Dante’s Inferno, but rather than punishment, Slaanesh instead rewards mortals for their decadent behavior, and then gives them even more. And more. And more, and more, and more, and more….

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        THE prince sat on the ledge and stared out at the vast lake, the breeze whipping around his small frame and tousling his pastel pink hair. The sound of footsteps behind him caused a soft smile to form on his full lips as he inhaled deeply. This place was a common spot to visit, so he wasn’t all too surprised. He could use the company anyways. “ It’s beautiful, isn’t it? “ Daehyun mused as he wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his chin on his knees.

Cut the Grass Spread

Because I´m really that random…

Hyrule is a mythical land with caves, mysterious forests, ominous mountains, dangerous lakes, and vast fields full of grass hiding enough rupees to make a living… wait, what?

It´s as “Legend of Zelda” as a flock of angry cuccos coming to get you. Who among us hasn´t spend several minutes cutting grass to get enough rupees to buy a shield? Indeed, life would be so much easier if money could be found easily in our lawns, where the grass will grow again as soon as you reenter and exit again your home, ready to yield more money when you cut it down again. 

But, alas!, tis´just a fantasy… until now (sort of heh heh).

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