Not Taking Any Chances

Wow

arabic poetry is so beautifully yet painfully romantic, i mean “they asked “do you love her to death?” i said “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life" and “because my love for you is higher than words, i've decided to fall silent" could have got jane austen crying and shaking

If error n nightmare has been bhc afied, how about dust, killer n ink? Horror has technically already been bhc afied XD

here's Killer, newly named Steel!

he's the least adjusted out of all of them but maybe there's hope for him yet. how do you recover when you made all the terrible things you've done your identity for so long?

I had written this the other day and it's just fluff with Floyd, I hope it helps ♡

@honey-deerling

ay who in the twst fandom has requests open rn? i'm sad for no reason yet again and need some comfort from fictional characters

Context -

This incarnation of (Y/n) comes from the Age of Calamity after Wild “failed” and died, she was sent off to travel with the Chain as Wild was still in the Shrine of Resurrection. This technically makes Wild the only one of the chain to have not met her, as he had lost all of his memories when he woke up. But, due to this, Hylia never completely rid of (Y/n) in his memories, believing that he would never recall her on his own. Ironically enough, this actually led Wild to being the first of the Chain to remember (Y/n).

She was Zelda’s personal sorceress that worked alongside him when he was the princess’s guard; the two of them were close friends, with (Y/n) often comforting Wild after the moments of when he got yelled at by Zelda. On the other hand, the princess was a bit envious of the sorceress. Zelda wished to have the freedom that the other girl had, visually given the fact that (Y/n) was able to wear pants for convenience sakes, unlike Zelda who had to wear those dresses she despised so much, among other things. Zelda at first tried to befriend her, but (Y/n) simply shied from her and her attempts. (Y/n) mostly wanted to avoid the princess due to her connection to Hylia, but it was also because she was so rude to Link (Wild).

Even though Link (Wild) had lost to Ganon and died, she held no malice towards him (not that she ever would), she actually relates to him because of this failure. In her first life, Link (First) and her had lost the battle against Demise and died after Hylia sent the people of Hyrule into the sky. To her, Wild’s failure somewhat endears him to her, as it lets her see that they—the rest of the Links—are still mortal, still human, and that they make flaws and mistakes. However, looking at this in another light, (Y/n) deeply regrets not being able to save Wild and nor help him. She was doing what she could to help everyone get ready when Ganon had awoken, so she couldn’t find Link (Wild) and Zelda until he was already gone. She ran into the two Sheikah men who were on there way to find Zelda, and joined them in there search.

Despite them being the incarnations of Link (First), (Y/n) knows very well that they are their own people. She may miss First dearly, and may see some similarities between him and the rest of the Links, she knows that they are different people and that they deserve to be treated at proper individuals with their own personalities.

(Of course, with her treating them as proper individuals, this also means that she treats them as Link (each one of them respectively), and not the Hero. And I’m sure you can imagine just how grateful the Chain are about this)

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@yandere-linked-universe @ice-cream-writes-stuff @shoobirino

did u miss him ? he missed you !

𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉: 

Summary: With the death of your only child, life hasn’t been well. The house has never been this empty, and the memories of your child has been plaguing you. But two years has done enough to help you with the grieving process, and life is a bit better. You’ve taken up Genshin again, since it has been one of Tiana’s favorite games to see you play. Life is getting better.

Then you find yourself somewhere not your bed. Isn’t this place…Genshin?

Pairing: Zhongli x reader

Warning: death, god!creator if some prefers not to read that kind of reader

Notes: was v impatient about this so i kept it in queue to not be tempted to rewrite :’)

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There are many records that tell of the beloved creator of Teyvat. There are many stories, many legends, and many myths. Many of them tell of their divine hands, their distinctive appearance in the eyes of mere mortals. Many speak of their blood that flows rivers of gold, eyes that hold the secrets of the world, hands and feet that create wherever they go. 

Many tell of how Tevyat came to be, in the hands of the creator. How they formed it with a loving hand, a soft voice. Such came the existence of the adepti, the humans, the archons. So came the creation of life and death, and such came alive the world of Teyvat. 

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Mc: If you do that again I will throw you out the fucking window— what are you doing.

Ace: Checking how high the drop is, to see if it's worth it.

what

i don’t usually post non-art related things here but today i received the mondstadt ost boxset which includes an official venti wisp keychain and i NEED everyone to share in the forbidden knowledge i have just obtained, by which i mean: WISP VENTI HAS ARMS?

@justanotherotaku1102, thank you sm for commissioning Skull from the coffee shop AU being a loveable boye 🥺 he is Everything

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This wasn’t your first attempt at dough. You felt increasingly, though, like it was going to be your last.

It was the very early morning, at your coffee shop, sunshine was already peeking through the windows of the kitchen. 6am... you’d already set up the cafe for the 7am opening, machines cleared and prepared, cutlery and dishes cleaned and ready to go, food out in the display cases. You and your only employee were now just cleaning up, preparing for opening- you’d felt like you had enough spare time this morning to attempt some baking.

...

You probably would’ve been better to just throw the ingredients straight in the garbage.

You had no idea what it was. It seemed like you were cursed, or something. You really thought that by now, you’d be able to successfully manage something as basic as a bread dough- you were hoping that your time around your professional baker suitors would’ve meant that some of their prowess would’ve rubbed off on you. Sans’ ability to craft the most intricate and incredibly delicate pieces, Red’s magic touch with even the most complex pies, surely you’d pick up some skills?

You really hadn’t.

... You stepped away from the oily, sticky mess on the countertop in front of you, fingers caked in mixture. You were getting unreasonably frustrated over some fucking bread dough... looking at your wasted work, you felt choked up and angry.  

...

“... struggling?” Skull asked.

You looked over your shoulder at him. He was by the oven, big eye quietly observing you... you could see why he used to scare you so much. But right now, Skull was the only person who could talk to you without you exploding. A softspoken giant with a gentle temperament, he was a baker by trade- he had been here in the kitchen since at least 4 in the morning, making the pastries and cakes that decorated the shelves of your cafe. Stars knows you needed him, given your absolute dogshit baking skills.

He had been quietly watching the whole time. You knew he had. You bit back frustrated tears, smearing your sticky hands over your apron- “Yes. I’m giving up.”

“... the dough?”

“Going in the trash.” You choked. “Where my cooking belongs.”

“... can i... see?”

Skull didn’t like food waste. Any kind of food waste. You deflated... suddenly feeling bad for talking about throwing it away. Some of the anger dissipated.

“... Sure. You can try and save it.” You stepped back from the sticky mess of oil, flour, water and yeast. “Do what you want.”

... Skull moved over. He walked slowly, with a gentle lean, like one side of him weighed slightly more than the other... he stood beside you at the countertop, looking at your ‘work’. His jagged face meant he preferred to spend his days at the cafe hidden away in the kitchen, cooking while you handled customer service. He was at his happiest when making something.

He stared at your mess.

...

“jus’ needs... more flour.” He mumbled. “and... kneading.”

“I can’t knead.” You said, dejectedly.

He glanced at you.

“... show me.”

You looked up at him- you didn’t know why he wanted you to show him when he’d probably seen your sad and frustrated kneading attempts earlier. But you did as he asked, moving back in front of the bread. He had said more flour, right? You took a handful of flour out of the bag and generously dusted your terrible creation. You pressed your hands into it... doing the closest you could get to the method you saw in videos and on TV.

...

Skull moved behind you. And suddenly, his huge hands were on either side of your own. 

You froze; wait, he was standing behind you? So close, too... close enough that you could feel the warmth coming off him. Your heart thudded- what?

His chest gently bumped your upper back.

“here.” He said softly, breath ruffling your hair. His big, scarred hands reached forward...

... And took yours in his own.

You clamped your mouth shut to stop the tiny squeak from escaping you. You felt like you were being swallowed, and you didn’t dislike it. He smelled like cinnamon. Skull guided your hands patiently- he angled your palms, and helped you push the dough, the ball of your hand first. His precision and experience was clear with the smoothness and direction of his movements... and on top of that, he knew exactly how gently to hold your tiny human hands.

“... push n’ roll.” He said. “s’that simple. don’t worry... bout speed. people who... knead fast... have been doin’ it for years.”

You could hear your heart in your ears, now. You’d seen this guy lift up your fridge with one hand, so he could sweep underneath it- you knew the feats of strength he was capable of. And yet, he somehow held your hands like they were glass, while still applying enough pressure to guide them. 

You tried your damndest to concentrate, to make the most of his clear expertise. Push and roll. Push and roll...

...

... And... oddly enough, not fussing about the bread too much because you were constantly thinking about Skull’s slow breaths tickling your scalp and his massive arms around you, you found you were robotically performing the motions he was guiding without your usual overthinking. It only took a few moments for you to realise you were actually kneading the dough. Properly.

... A swell of pride in your chest, and a little smile on your face. Maybe you weren’t cursed after all?

“... there we go. you got it.” He murmured, affectionately, almost right up against your hair. The way he said that, him murmuring so close, his deep voice through his chest... you were kinda glad he was behind you, he couldn’t see you blushing. Would he catch you if you fainted?

“R-Red kneads fast.” You managed to get out. He kept kneading with you.

“he’s showing off.” Skull said, disapprovingly.

You couldn’t help but snort. The dough was starting to take on a smooth, flawless texture. “And Sans?”

“probably... can’t make bread. bread’s not... science enough.”

A warm laugh escaped you. For a moment, you could’ve sworn Skull paused- but not too long.

... Skull was right about the bread. I mean, of course he was. But it was still nice to see your mistake gradually turning into something that would probably look alright in the oven. With some flour, and some kneading, it more and more resembled an object that could soon become edible. Your efforts (and the ingredients) weren’t totally wasted.

Skull finally took his hands off yours... placing them on the counter. You immediately missed the warmth. But you now had, before you, a lovely silky-looking ball of dough.

“... Then it proves. Right?” You turned, looking up over your shoulder at him. Even though he’d taken his hands off yours he didn’t take his hands off of either side of you. His big, warm eye stared down at you.

“... mhm. ‘bout n hour.” He tilted his head. “want... me to prove, and bake? since... you’ll be... busy.”

“You trying to put a bun in my oven, Skull?” You teased.

...

Skull’s eyelight widened. And his whole face, just like that, flooded with an ultramarine blue.

“u-uh.”

...

You made yourself smile, despite your furious embarrassment and burning face. You moved to the side- he took his arm off the counter, letting you slip out from his enveloping personal space bubble.

“I-I should go wash my hands and open the store.” You blabbed, smearing your hands on your poor apron again. You’d need to grab a replacement, no way you could greet customers like this. “Would you like another coffee before the doors open?”

He nodded, dumbly. “... m... mhm.”

You scurried away, desperately needing a moment to cool, so your cheeks weren’t on fire when people started coming through the door.

...

Skull, alone in the kitchen, busied himself with readying your bread dough for proofing- trying to find a way to distract himself, and stop the loud purring that had immediately started filtering out of his chest once you were out of earshot.

I want a doot doot! 😲

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