Are you Zelda? Because I think you might want some Links

Hope you’re ready for awful puns, here’s an intro and some navigation stuff. I’m Saro, in my 30s and living in the big flat areas of the United States (Great Plains, flyover states, whatever) doing creative stuff in between my day job.

Current/recent fandoms: Red vs Blue, Pokémon, Legend of Zelda, Free! (s1-s2), My Hero Academia, Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Please do not repost my work or use it to train/generate AI work. Translations/podfics are okay but please link me to them!

• Fanfiction - Legendaerie on AO3, #saro’s writing - word count on AO3 as of 07/14/2023 is 1,094,413.
• Art and fanart - #saro’s art
• Cosplay - #saro’s cosplay
• My cat, Nini - #her name is Nini
• The occasional chicken post and general IRL stuff - #saro’s life

Previous “hit posts” or tutorials:

• Quick guide to US private loans
• Writing characters without faces
• The ‘Maize Hughes’ post (with fanart!)
• Tips for tagging and summarizing fics on AO3

barksbog:

barksbog:

weevil time!!!

1. so much legg
   (with teddy joints!)
2. snoot
3. mmm textures
4. weighted!
5. large
6. didn´t they do it for youuu?

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adopt a weevil today!

fresh from my bog: barksbog.squarepace.com/shop

the green boys are still looking for homes!!

mrn0093:

coucou-art:

everyone wish claude a happy birthday!!!!!!!

brenwh:

Happy Birthday to our Deer House Leader! ✨✨

(Originally posted on Twitter.)

rebellum:

unashamedly-enthusiastic:

only-tiktoks:

The girls are exeeerrrcising

Tags by @doberbutts

rubynye:

https://imgur.com/a/c2fCE0m

Imgur

Change my meme (a replacement ‘Change my mind’ template) - template post - Imgur

hellogirls:

normalize being in your 20’s without a drivers license. normalize being in your 60’s without a drivers license. normalize never ever getting your license. death to automobiles peace and love on planet earth

void-star:

Love bombing is not a euphemism for “too much affection too soon,” or “high desire for contact.”

“Love bombing” is a term originally used in the context of cults to describe a deliberate and coordinated recruitment method that involved feigning friendship and interest in a potential recruit, via flattery, flirtation, physical affection, and very directed positive attention to everything the recruit says in order to lure them into the cult.

Since cults and abusive relationships operate in similar ways and use similar tactics, love bombing in an interpersonal relationship looks like manufacturing closeness in order to trap someone into a relationship in which the abuser has all the control.

And I know these days there’s a million bullshit junky articles out there that make you think this is a symptom of cluster b personality disorders, but there is no way for you to be love bombing somebody without realizing it.

If you are an affectionate person and the level of affection and attention you give makes someone uncomfortable, you are not “accidentally” abusing them.

If you are uncomfortable with the level of affection and attention someone is paying you, they are not de facto abusing you.

Love bombing is about using someone’s desire for human connection to fast track them into a situation you control and will feel disinclined to leave.

whatbigotspost:

soberscientistlife:

Always nice when math helps make it all the more clear how ridiculously reasonable the worker demands are.

This is what the studios have brought everything to a grinding halt for.

goresociety:

goresociety:

“INFJ” “ENTP” shut the fuck up whats your least favorite ice cream flavor

so many betrayals are happening because of this question i love it

sixstringxoxo:

fantasticsublimepeanut:

relaxxattack:

for a while there i was sympathetic to tumblr because of how much they’re in debt; i was kind of like “well of course they’re absolutely desperate for new users, they literally need the money or else tumblr goes down forever”. and then suddenly today it hit me that there’s actually no fucking reason for that debt to be causing these ui changes? the userbase has been INCREDIBLY clear about what they want from tumblr over the years, not to mention clear about the fact that even twitter people don’t need this place to look like twitter. it actually would be very… EASY? for them to just make changes in a direction people would actually be HAPPY with?

for fuck’s sake there were people trying to organize a “crab day” for tumblr despite tumblr doing nothing but telling us to go fuck ourselves for months on end. there were people spending hundreds of dollars on check marks just for the glee of MAKING FUN of twitter. can you IMAGINE how much money this userbase would donate to tumblr if they actually made ui updates geared toward what people have been asking for?

if tumblr actually crowdsourced ideas or even just LISTENED to their userbase it may have been possible for them to make way more money than they’re begging for now, they just insist on trying to drive their actual demographic and loyal userbase out for literally no reason

They are doing surveys that are really hard to find because their survey blog has reblogs disabled for some reason.

Log survey: https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/2V3MQTP

Short survey: https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/HS5LP3W

Blog: https://www.tumblr.com/benevolenthellsite

clickable links:

long survey

short survey

blog

therealbeachfox:

theriu:

lizluvscupcakes:

hermdoggydog:

writing-prompt-s:

You’re an ancient Greek man coming home from 4 months of war to find your wife 3 months pregnant. Now you’ve embarked on a solemn quest: to punch Zeus in the face.

Soon after you begin your quest, you encounter another man in a similar situation. You decide to join forces, as two mortal men stand a better chance at punching Zeus than one.

Two villages over, you encounter a woman who had relations with Zeus and was left with a highly aggressive half-boar half-man offspring. She too feels your anger and offers to join your quest.

By the time you reach Mount Olympus, you’ve amassed a large and formidable army of cuckolded/ravished mortals, demigods with daddy issues, mythical creatures with scores to settle, and a seamstress who you’re pretty sure is Hera in disguise.

Zeus never stood a chance.

What I find best about this scenario is that the original wife probably expected to be murdered for her infidelity at worst or have her relationship with her husband ruined as he grew to resent her baby, at best.

Instead this man looked at his beloved and said, “who did it?”

And she replied “Zeus,” accepting he probably wouldn’t believe her.

And then he sighed, strapped his sandals back on and said, “I’ll be back before the baby is born.”

“Where are you-?”

“The lord of the sky came into my house, molested my wife in my bed and ate my food. I am going to settle the score.”

“Darling, he’ll kill you.”

“He may try, if he would like.”

You’re so right, that IS the best part.

I’m personally caught up on the seamstress.

“The pathway up Olympus is guarded by dozens of traps and perils strong enough to thwart even the Titans. How are we going to get past all of…” the shepherd boy with golden eagle feathers gestured uselessly at the slopes above them, particularly the herd of eight-legged goats snorting fire.

“There’s a way around,” Yiorgos said, though he was not specifically asked. But he had been the first to begin the march on Olympus, and so felt obligated to take the lead whenever possible, “In the stories there’‘s always a way around whatever obstacles the Gods place in our way.”

He hadn’t meant the words to come out as a question, but they had that lilt to them none-the-less. And even though he hadn’t meant it to be a question, much less a question directed at anyone specific, it was directed at one all the same. Just as the eagle-feathered shepherd boy’s had.

“Way I heard it,” a woman’s voice said. Rough with the Mycenaean Greek equivalent of a backwoods accent, and with the depth of a farmer’s wife who straps cattle to her back to carry to market, “there’s a back path. Hidden behind an invisible door that only one key in the world can open.”  Everyone’s eyes had turned to the broad older woman in heavy shawl sitting amidst supplies in the foremost cart. “Least, that’s what my grand-mammy always told me.” she added after a moment of dozens of eyes on her.

“Oh, we were so foolish!” That was Lydia, a lithe waif of a woman, many months pregnant, sitting opposite the seamstress in the wagon. “Of course there’d be a.. a quest. They’d keep such a key in the depths of Tartarus or in the golden chariot of Apollo, or, or-”

“Or”, the older woman cut her off in a voice both firm, but much gentler than she used on anyone else, “he’s like all husbands and has been promising to move the key someplace better for the past three thousand years but hasn’t gotten around to it.”  She gestured vaguely to the hillside, “Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was under, say, that bush right over there.”

It was. Of course. And everyone in the caravan agreed that it had been a very lucky and wise guess from the nameless woman and for the upteenth time since she first sat herself down in the front wagon and announced she was coming along with no further explanation, each and every last member very purposefully gave no further thought to the matter.

why is it so. satisfying to bite something???

rvbtears: