#searing-passion

That’s our bun-bun

That it iiiiis~!

(Her voice echoes as she runs through the Door, but shortly returns.)

“I don’t doubt that.” Deunan said as she finished cleaning the wound and began to put some medicine and bandages over the scrape.”But what was I supposed to do, there were two guys with guns, and, near as I could tell, you jus’ had a broom.”

Continued from ask @searing-passion

Brandon was shielding himself from the rain by making his Cosmic Barrier ability act like an umbrella. It was the only thing he could do since he didn’t have an umbrella on him. While walking through the city, he saw a girl walking alone and getting soaked through her hoodie. Brandon decided to offer some help and made his barrier umbrella a bit bigger so she could fit under there as well

MERR BIRFMAS TO TWO TWIN NERBS I KNOW! @sugimoto-dorm

@pinklocksoflove, @searing-passion

gorgeous!

✧ ☀ ☪✧         Nabooru finally secured permission from the rest of the Elite and cleared her mountainous schedule enough to help out with scouting missions in the desert. After officially becoming leader, the tribe (and herself) had swamped her with different tasks around the Fortress, as well as diplomatic and Sage-related trips to Hyrule that kept her chained to the edges of their desert home. The thoughts, theories, and ideas that churned out at alarming rates had to be placed on a back burner, an annoyance to the action-oriented Gerudo as well as a further hindrance to her slumber.

           Their goal was to create a comprehensive map of the Wasteland, as well as document and study areas that could be fruitful to better sustaining life within the confines of their borders. With the roadblocks she hit with the Royal Council in Hyrule, Nabooru began to resort to a different plan: Find ways to use the desert to their advantage. Cultivate it. Make it truly their own.

           From what she understood from the myths about their people, that was what they were meant to do. It was always Nabooru’s preference, anyway. She adored the desert and could feel in her blood that there was so much more to offer than met the eye.

           The waters of the oasis sparkled in the scorching desert sun just ahead, but it is not what caused her to squint, one hand drifting to the hilt of one of the scimitars resting ready at her hip.