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so uh......... +18 audios
okay so!!!
i realize that the depiction of Link in BOTW as a completely deranged feral gremlin that eats raw meat without caring and says weird stuff all the time purely for the joy of watching Society curl its up in disgust is… is, well, a contentious one, but hear me out:
the primary reason I think of him that way is because, if you take the gameplay and the way you’re expected to play as an actual statement or example of Link’s personality in a narrative context, this is absolutely and exactly the vibe Link has based on gameplay
consider, for a moment, something I did earlier. I was playing in Death Mountain, in the Southern Mine prior to getting the full goron suit that makes you immune to being on fire. I was using that one fire-immunity potion, and that one goron helmet you get for getting a sidequest
at the time, i was trying to find more lizards for upgrading the goron armor once i actually had the full set, and to do this most efficiently, i was wearing the Sheikah outfit except for the helmet, and i worked out doing this that having at least two levels of the stealth enhancement is enough to be able to walk up to lizards and other critters without startling them, allowing you to catch them.
then i decided to test if the helmet would actually make me immune to being on fire from convection (it does), and let the potion run out deliberately.
So let’s put this into a narrative context.
This means Link was running around in an ACTIVE VOLCANO, in a region so insanely hot that the heat will make anything made of wood or flesh catch on fire, and he was RUNNING AROUND in a cloth outfit wearing only a magic helmet that makes him immune to the heat, catching lizards in a mine because someone asked him to while effectively running BARE FOOT ON VOLCANIC ROCK INSIDE A VOLCANIC REGION (because that footware probably doesn’t do much) and deliberately letting his potion that kept him from catching on fire and dying horribly run out, because he wanted to see what would happen.
This suggests a few things for Link:
1. He is agonizingly logical
2. He is completely indifferent towards bodily harm and would simply remark a grievous or near-fatal injury as ‘huh, that’s interesting’
3. he is nice and helpful, and applies the former two points towards assisting pretty much anyone and he will drop everything to BE helpful
4. and finally, he doesn’t particularly care about having a ‘conventional’ idea of reason and just does what sounds best to him, which doesn’t necessarily make sense to other people but does to HIM, so from the outside this makes him come off as a deranged feral gremlin even as he does it all with a straight face and a genuine air of bewilderment that people might be horrified at the prospect of dive-bombing into lava. He saw luminous stones near the lava and there’s a guy in the zora citadel that sells diamonds for them, diamonds are GREAT MONEY, saving the world doesn’t come cheap yknow???
playing breath of the wild instead of actually writing, studying or keeping my life together is a mood… but THIS way of describing Link made me very happy because I DID ALL OF THAT TOO when i got to the death mountain. like same process of thought. i loved this sm <3
after a suicide attempt in 2016
“When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do. It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”
excerpt from Cherry by Mary Karr, context being after a suicide attempt at age 13
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so uh......... +18 audios
updated 4th nov!!!
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why does liking GROWN ASS MEN bottoming make u a pedo: a thesis by anon
* . • 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝: honest and
probably unpopular opinions by moi!
timeskip!characters, +18, minors dni!!!!
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* . • 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝: honest and
probably unpopular opinions by moi!
timeskip!characters, +18, minors dni!!!!

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sharing the best things
pairing : fem!reader x baji x chifuyu
contains : smut, aged up!baji (pls don't read n stuff if that is not your cup of tea, thank u) dom!baji and kinda subby!fuyu, oral (fem receiving), fingering, praise (i think that's it?)
word count : 1.1k
summary : to put it simply, baji likes to share things with chifuyu.
this has been in my mind for like a week and i'm not sorry for it 🧍🏽♀️ also not proofread, as usual lmao, please ignore any mistakes. likes / reblogs are appreciated & feedback is always welcomed <3
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Baji and Chifuyu always shared things in day to day life. From jackets and t-shirts, drinks and yakisoba, to sometimes even sharing toothbrushes when they are batshit drunk, it was just how it had been.
Chifuyu would never admit it, but he’d always wanted to share one thing that belonged to Baji – He would never bring it up though, too afraid of offending his best friend of years. But he always wanted to share you with Baji.
He’s been craving you for months, ever since you moved in with Baji and him, sometimes hearing the things you two get up to late at night, jerking his cock and keeping a hand on his mouth so he stays as quiet as possible.
But Baji wasn’t dumb. He had noticed the longing glances Chifuyu always gave you when you were over, or how he stared at your tits, sometimes even hearing low mutters of your name while Chifuyu showered. Not that Chifuyu was trying to hide all of it anyway. It was more than obvious the poor boy had been harbouring feelings for you.
🙏🏼🕯part two🕯🙏🏼
MILF (Mutuals I’d Like to Formally apologise to after not responding to an ask or dm for weeks at a time. a kiss on the forehead for U)
so sorry hehe not dead tho
a needy chifuyu who can’t stop rutting his hips into your ass from behind :( he knows it’s so wrong, you’re here for a sleepover but his hips have a mind of their own and he can’t stop them. “m sorry it just hurts so bad” he’s babbling, hips still trying to search for some sort of friction to ease the ache in his swollen cock. Poor baby is so overwhelmed. You’re too stunned to move just titling your head to the side to see his hand itching to grab at your waist. Theres tears swelling in his eyes from how bad it hurts. He’s already sensitive from the fabric of his boxers rubbing against his tip but the plush of your ass is adding onto it. “can you sit on my lap? please? please? it hurts so bad can you help me?” chifuyu doesn’t even let you say yes he just grabs at your waist and pulls you onto him. Little choked whimpers fall from his mouth at the pressure of your clothed cunt dragging across his needy cock. He’s a greedy little thing, pushing his boxers down so he can feel the roughness of your pajama shorts. Nails digging so hard into your hips theres going to be little crescent shapes. The noises he would make would be so pretty <3
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synopsis — what’s it like being toman’s little slut?
warnings — 18+, choking, spit, size kink, stomach bulge.
characters — mikey, draken, baji, mitsuya, chifuyu, & smiley.
What’s it like being passed around like a ping pong ball by the head admins of Toman? What’s it like being their girl, yeah? Their favorite girl, their special girl. The one who they can always count on to fix the hard cock sitting agitated behind their uniform. The pretty face that was always bopping around the hangout spots charming hearts with a simple giggle and that lost look in your eyes. You were a slut but you know what? Being a slut wasn’t easy, it’s very tiresome actually! So many cocks, too many egos, varying kinks. Not to mention you always had to look pretty, not that it was an issue for you though. It was all very difficult to keep up with but it was still a fun time.
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not dead. so sorry tho, as always. working on it, as always too.
ily all <3

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[1:04 AM]— DABI
Dabi freezes as he notices a shadow move around the corner, rage bubbling inside of him. But he also feels something different, something new.
Fear.
Fear that you're in danger, that you're being targeted, that you're hurt. He's not used to it, not accustomed to the way something in his heart does a squeeze at the thought that someone's here, someone's where you are, and it's not him. And if it were him half a year ago, he'd scoff, he'd turn around and march out of your apartment, march right out of your life.
He'd assume you've simply betrayed him and he'd build walls higher than sky-high, he'd reinforce yet another lock to his heart.
But now, now he has faith—a fickle thing, really. Faith is nothing but hope in disguise, an excuse for most to garner some form of reassurance. And Dabi does not hope, nor does he have faith, and under no circumstances does he ever need reassurance, but you've got to him.
You make him have faith in you, and he hates it, but he hates not having it more.
Which is why he's going to incinerate the unwise intruder who dared step foot into your apartment. He quietly takes a few steps forward, rounding the corner with his hand held up, ready for his flames to burst any second.
Without warning, the figure jumps at him, lunging from a corner, a lamp in hand ready to swing at his head. His palm erupts in flames, and he's this close to striking, but he notices something all too quickly.
It's you.
And as quickly as his flames come, they go. Unfortunately for Dabi, your reflexes aren't as quick, and the lamp comes into contact with his shoulder as he swerves to the side.
"Ow, what the fuck? What's wrong with you," he growls. Standing in shock that the person before you is in fact not a killer, and is indeed your very much missed boyfriend, you gasp happily.
"Dabi! You're back," you grin. Instantly, you latch onto his arm, looking into his eyes with an excited gleam in yours. He scoffs.
"You just attacked me," he grumbles, rubbing his shoulders. "'M leaving again." Pouting, your arms wrap around his midsection. You pretend you don't feel the bandages through his shirt, pretend to rub his back with your palm. He and you both know you're feeling him up to see how far the bandages go, but neither of you says anything.
"Stop being a dick."
"You hit me with a lamp," he hisses. His arm snakes around your waist though, and the familiar contrast of blazing skin and cool staples makes you relax against his chest. You place a delicate kiss, one that falls right in between healthy and charred skin. You never fail to do this, and he never fails to notice.
"You almost melted my face," you counter.
"Well, I stopped on time. I thought your dumbass was a killer."
"Well, I thought your dumbass was a killer too, you're not supposed to be back for—wait a second! Aww, baby, you got worried," you coo, smooshing his cheeks together. Growling, he shoves you off.
Truth be told, he was worried. He was so worried. Dabi's never been this worried over something in a long time—and under the rage, the pure unadulterated anger that came with the thought that someone was trying to hurt you, there was a helplessness he wasn't used to. Dabi stuck to the shadows and he stayed alone, but you were his exception.
"No, I didn't," he mutters. Turning, he walks to the bathroom with you following pursuit, watching as you grab a washcloth and a bucket without him saying anything. "Thought someone found me is all," he shrugs.
"Sure," you tease, watching as he strips himself of his shirt. There are faint traces of blood under the bandages, his skin is tender and irritated, and his staples look a little swollen. He notices the way your face drops.
"It's not as bad as it looks, doll," he offers a tight smile. But you sigh, cupping his cheeks, bringing his face closer to yours. He presses his forehead to yours instantly, like a force of habit.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" And he knows half a year ago he'd lie through his teeth, but today he simply closes his eyes, gripping your waist tightly and nodding slowly.
"Yeah." He lets you kiss his cheek, and his nose, and his lips, and he lets you fill the bucket with cold water, dipping the rag in to press to his scalded skin, carefully trying to soothe it as best as you could.
"You should know better than to let yourself get this overheated," you chide. Despite the grimace he gives in pain, he also gives you a signature smirk.
"Looks like you're worried too." This time, you scoff.
"As if. I'm not worried about you. Don't even know you, what's your name again?" you grin, a playful glint in your eye that eases his mind fully for the first time in days.
"You were screaming it—"
"Finish that sentence and you're back in the streets." Dabi smiles, and it's real, soft, genuine. He cups your cheeks this time, bringing your attention back to his eyes once more.
"You wouldn't get cold with me out in the streets?"
"Nah, I got a new blanket. It's fuzzy," you grin.
"You'll kick it off like always, you fucking idiot." And he kisses you, cutting you off mid-sentence as you go to retort, ignoring the searing ache of his wounds, focusing on the softness of your lips instead.
He kisses you to tell you that he loves you, and you kiss him back to promise that you know.
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Hm, how about canonverse Dabi with a fellow Villain Reader who's really sensitive to the cold bc of their water based Quirk?
Hi! Thank you for the ask, it was a lot of fun to write! Enjoy!
~Ki