Umm... My Bed Is Technically In A Corner With The Headrest Under/covering A Window... (Big Tall Window)

I think this exemplifies the oddity that is XD.

“Im the Protector” - XD

Oh my God! So cute!

They’re done! Aaahh please let this work- So I made little Hat Kid and Prince Shimeji’s! You know, those little nuisances that keep trying to interfere with your work? Yeah, and now you can have them on your PC too! Want to know how? More information under the cut!

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Oh my God, Pups!

Pictures by Westend61

It’s puppy season ♥️

That look so cute asleep like that.

don’t TALK TO THEM they’re SLEEPING

- mod garbage

Programing the worlds (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/YRNI12r0FW He couldn't help but feel for the longest time like something wasn't right. Like the person who was in charge of creating new worlds wasn't the right person. He couldn't help but feel like he was supposing to protect someone not there for some reason, as well as help them find something that was lost. What though? He wished he knew, He wished he c…

Ok, this is cool.

can you write anything at all with hunted and cold :> platonic or romantic your choice

(Of course! To me, they'd think the other is so weird yet interesting, and they'd just be circling each other like weird little creatures. Anyways, enjoy!)

Cold sighed, gritting his teeth in impatience and growing irritation. Sneaking and hiding had always seemed so useless to Cold. Why tiptoe around the danger and wait around, when you could face it head on and experience the moment fully?

Cold thought the whole thing was tedious and unnecessary, but he still found himself doing exactly that-sneaking around his house.

He pressed his back into the walls of the hallway, face wincing in pain at the discomfort, but he pushed that discomfort aside. He could deal with it. He could let it fester longer.

What he could not deal with, was the constant looking over his shoulder and feeling of eyes staring at him from seemingly nowhere. It gave Cold almost no time to think or inspect all his hard work.

He froze, hearing a door slowly open from somewhere in the house, and he strained to hear how far away it was.

After a few minutes of nothing but silence, Cold decided to risk it, quietly creeping down the hallway, making his way to the front door.

If he could make it outside, it would give him more room to hide and lose his pursuer.

He peeked out down the hallway, staring at the front door, his one ticket to freedom and away from all this pointless chasing.

He waited another ten seconds, listening out for any noises. When none came, he took his chance.

He rushed out, wings twitching and jerking uncomfortably behind him-and Cold immediately heard the sound of footsteps stomping after him.

He sighed sharply in frustration, but refused to turn around. He kept running for the front door, his arm reaching out for the handle-when he felt an iron grip around his other arm.

Cold stumbled right in front of the door, twisting his body around and snapping his elbow out as he spun, back slamming into the front door as Hunted let go of his wrist to instead catch his elbow, glaring at Cold as he shoved him further against the door.

Cold glared into Hunted's eyes, who made a low growling noise in the back of his throat. They held that intensity tight, neither one backing down-until Cold realised it was pointless, and he sagged against Hunted's grip with a sigh.

"Surely there are more important matters than this to tend to," Cold said, not missing the flicker of satisfaction in Hunted's eyes at having won this battle.

Hunted didn't lessen his grip, but his posture did lose some if its tension and his glare softened slightly, scanning Cold's body thoroughly for anything else out of place, because they both knew what the most pressing issue at hand was.

"No," was Hunted's eventual reply, and then he suddenly yanked Cold forward. "I have nothing else to do today."

Cold sighed in defeat, giving an experimental tug to at least try and escape his fate, but one look of warning that Hunted flashes at him let him know that his fate was sealed.

Hunted began dragging Cold along to his room, and Cold made a point to make no effort at all in walking as well, his clawed feet scraping the wooden floor as he was dragged off to his doom.

Hunted sighed sharply, and that at least was satisfying to Cold, until Hunted said, "Why do you make things so difficult?"

"I didn't ask you to get involved in my business," Cold shot back, and Hunted tightened his grip on him. "When you try things that could harm yourself, it becomes my business," Hunted retorted with, and Cold rolled his eyes.

Cold looked down at the other for a moment, thinking of any way to get Hunted to snap-but it was as if Hunted read his mind, and he suddenly twisted around and threw Cold over his shoulder.

Cold grunted in pain, feeling Hunted's claws almost digging into his back, his head spinning from the swift movement.

If anybody walked in right now, it would surely be an amusing sight, considering that Cold was one of the tallest, and Hunted one of the smallest, just an inch or two taller than Broken. Cold's fingertips were lightly grazing the floorboards, and he could feel his knees against Hunted's stomach, but the other didn't seem to be struggling to carry him at all.

Hunted carried him into a room, and it was only then that Cold realised that they were actually in Hunted's room-evident from the pillows and blankets strewn about the place, along with dark smudges of mud here and there.

Hunted threw him onto his nest, and Cold had barely made impact before Hunted jumped on top of him, sitting on his back and keeping him pinned.

Cold sighed, knowing that fighting Hunted was a useless effort, and that Hunted would never slip up and give him the opportunity to fight back or get away.

He could feel Hunted glaring daggers into him. "You brought this on yourself."

"Because I was curious."

"You know what happens when you don't preen!"

All of this fighting, all because Cold hadn't preened in a couple of days.

Well, it was more like a couple of weeks at this point.

Cold knew it could get uncomfortable, but he wanted to see how far he could take it, how much his wings could handle while being all twisted up. He wanted to feel that crawling itching all over his body and fight against it, see how his wings would fare.

Of course, Hunted freaked out when he found out, and now here they were.

The moment that Cold felt Hunted move the first feather back into place, was when he gave a true sigh of defeat, slumping in place.

He would wince in slight pain at every feather that had been twisted into odd angles, his back feeling as if it were on fire.

Cold hated preening. He hated the sitting around and waiting while someone did it for him, and he couldn't be trusted to do it himself because this happened.

He heard Hunted sigh in frustration. "You're lucky I caught you when I did. Who knows what would've happened."

"That's what I was trying to find out," Cold mumbled under his breath, not even attempting to hide the bitterness and annoyance from his voice-and then Hunted flicked the back of his head.

"I don't understand how you couldn't love your wings," Hunted quietly said, sounding extremely focused on his task, his fingers running over Cold's wings with a softness but also an urgency, as if he had been waiting for this moment. At least Cold managed to evade him for as long as he did. At least he achieved something from all this.

"You have nice and wide wings, perfect for flying," Hunted continued, "and yet you do this to them."

"Preening is boring," Cold said, and he felt Hunted's claws did further into his feathers. "You know I hate boring. I wanted to test my limits, see how much my wings could take."

"You could have permanently damaged them and your ability to fly," Hunted hissed at him, one hand gripping Cold's side to keep him down. "You would have done all that just to stave away boredom?"

Cold rolled his eyes. "You sound like Paranoid," he muttered, turning his face to rest his cheek against a blanket which smelled like roses, a scent that was usually associated with Smitten.

"It's easy to make yourself feel nice," Cold softly said, and Hunted slowed down his preening, a sign that he was listening. "Just delude yourself with thinking that you're great and that you deserve nice things, and that's so easy it's boring. Feeling nice is dull, but feeling bad and unusual is exciting."

Cold tried to look over his shoulder at Hunted, but he found it to be a fruitless task so he flopped back down with a sigh.

"Making yourself feel grotesque in a way that doesn't come naturally to you is interesting-it makes you view yourself differently when all you want to do is feel good about yourself. Hatred is interest-"

"No it's not," Hunted interrupted, and Cold blinked in surprise.

Hunted's touch was still soft and precise as he bluntly said, "Hating something is easy. You can hate anything no matter how big or small it is. Just look at Broken. He still doesn't like himself even after months of being away from Tower. The hatred is buried deep, and it is not fun to watch."

Hunted roughly twisted a feather until it fell off his wings, making Cold wince just a tiny bit. From the corner of his eye, he saw a small pile of feathers to the right of him, feathers that looked too damaged to be saved.

"Loving is what's hard," Hunted declared, and Cold was about to refute him, when the other continued, "Feeling the need to stay with something or someone despite all their flaws and habits, despite your brain telling you to stay away from them-like you, for example."

Cold froze beneath him. "What?" was all he managed to say.

"Loving you is hard, because you refuse to make it easy for me. You don't care about safety or survival, and the things that interest you only terrify me, and you rarely listen to anyone else. I'm constantly making sure you don't try and pull stunts like this."

Hunted pressed the tip of a claw into the centre of Cold's back, and despite all the itching he was feeling, that was what Cold felt the most in that moment.

"It's difficult to love difficult people, but we can't help it. I still love and care for you, no matter how many times you try to ruin your body for no real reason."

Hunted sighed, then leaned forward to kiss the top of Cold's head. "Love is what's dark and messy."

Hunted went back to preening without another care in the world then, and Cold-well, he thought about that conversation for the rest of the day.

Very good information for any fanfiction feader on AO3.

A quick tutorial on how to Download Fics from AO3

After making this poll about the panic that comes when Archive of Our Own goes down, there seems to be a chunk of folks who didn't know they could download fics for offline use, or don't know how to go about it. Here's a quick tutorial for that.

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These instructions work for both desktop and mobile. At the top of the fic, where the chapter index is, there will be the download option on the right side, and an 'Entire Work' button the left side.

For One-Shots: Go ahead and click the download button.

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Happy Reading!

Now I'm wondering if they know Link is a guy and think he's gay.

Just want Link to have girls night with some good gerudo ladies, do make up, talk about weapons and get drunk which will lead to awkward and emotional talks about each other’s crush… am i asking for too much

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Based on context from the original artist, the words Blue speaks, as well as Error and Ink's positions.... my best guess on what happened is the three are in a relationship, though Ink and Error seem to be on rocky grounds. Error and Ink must have gotten into a fight leafing Blue to have to resolve it by tying Error up (since Error would have likely crashed if he left any bone attacks touching him) and pinpoint Ink down with blue attacks so they are forces to think about what they did.

Ink looks at least somewhat remorseful if his eyes are any indicator (either a pink heart, diamond or gem which symbolise love and the blue light blue tear which represents sadness and patients.) While Error looks extremely p***ed off.

And Blue is just done with their antics.

Eh, since I haven’t posted in a while, here’s something from a “ship event” on Twitter.

Error belongs to @loverofpiggies

Ink belongs to @myebi / @comyet