#(but what is rp for if not indulgence)

[ahollowgrave]

-- glance.

[linkito]

I am here to make puppy eyes at you and ask for Cub and Scar tidbits pretty please? <3

-🎀

YES HI RIBBON ANON!!!

Ohhh what to say about Cub and Scar... <3

Both of them are vex hybrids, of course, and I'm not sure how much I've talked about their Past™ before, but... the general idea is that they originally did live with other vex. But the Bad Kind. The kind that the hunters of the other world envisioned all vex hybrids to be.

Cub remembers it, but Scar really doesn't, because one day, Cub took the both of them and ran. This is why Scar doesn't know much about how to handle his vex instincts/magic at the beginning of our story, because it's something he was never really familiar with.

The thing about Cub, too, is, maybe he could have fit in there. It's not like the vex there were Evil, just... brutal. Focused on expanding their magic to its very limits. Strict and aggressive.

It's Scar who did not belong. Scar who had big dreams, a creative mind, and the brightest laugh.

Cub couldn't bear to watch the vex squander that. So one day he grabbed Scar and they fled.

Because of this, they're each other's only family, even if not directly related.

And speaking of family, did you know there are other sorts of vex bites besides the mating ones? The idea is definitely borrowed from omegaverse lore (shhhh), namely the diagram from this post here. It's only a loose similarity though, so don't take all of that info as canon to hhau! But another notable mark is that of a parental/familial bond—

Cub marked Scar when they were young. Scar doesn't even remember it. It's on the back of his neck, almost completely obscured by his hairline. You're never going to see it unless you know what to look for.

And with this little ritual comes a magic-laced bond—nothing too significant really, but it means Cub can always feel a sort of tug toward Scar's presence. It's subtle, almost unnoticeable, just an instinctual sort of thing... but imagine how Cub felt waking up from the destruction of Season 8 to having that feeling suddenly gone.

It's how the rescue team tracks down Scar as well. Scar alone.

And isn't it sad how all of those things Cub tried to protect Scar from happened anyways in that other world? Scar comes back with a white streak in his hair and Cub knows exactly what that means. Scar comes back on edge, claws out, ready to pounce and bare his teeth and it absolutely breaks Cub's heart.

But Scar and Grian also come back together, and that mating mark doesn't escape Cub's knowing eyes.

He's definitely one of the few Hermits to understand that the bond Grian and Scar have together is not something to be concerned about in the slightest. It's natural, really, just maybe not for what the Hermits have come to understand vexes to be like. Because Cub and Scar (up until now) have not been your typical vexes!

It's a little difficult, as a vex himself, to really change the minds of anyone else alone, but what he does do is make sure Scar knows he's there for him. He's still family and Scar is still Scar, despite everything that happened to him.

I actually wrote a mini-fic of sorts about hhau Cub and Scar back in April, but the premise is... very silly. I'm not sure if I'll share the whole thing LOL

buuuuuut you can have this <3 ~

[zlataisawsome]

Hopped in on the trend. This is old asf but yeah Cassette isn’t my self insert this is (credit to Lexi for the inspiration!!)

[goozeghost]

To celebrate 10 years in this god forsaken fandom, I redrew the og art of my fave paranormal investigators !

Singles and small rant below cut :P

Cannot believe it’s been a damn decade. This fandom and these characters have done so much to shape me and help me turn into the person- and artist!!- I am today, and I am forever grateful for the friends I’ve made along the way. (You know who you are 😉)

I cannot believe young Gooze looked at Johnny Ghost and said Yeah, that’s my entire personality now, and then it WAS. Now I’m an inducted thespian with a love for dramatizing everything, and for doing stupid voices, and a buncha other stuff. I even took his name, Johnny/Ghost. Which I suppose a lot of us have, huh?

Anyway if you’re looking down here, hi, here’s the first ever piece of fanart young Gooze did (that I can find)

(Yes, that’s Ghost and Jimmy. And yeah it’s bad, but I was a very young child. Let’s appreciate how far I’ve come, yeah?)

[sennenpharaoh]

I am THIS CLOSE to tears over my fucking son

Call it cheesy, I don't give a fuck. But there's nothing more powerful than the moment where even though you're crying, you push through those tears to the finish line.

Cry through it, that's fine. But don't let your tears blind you. Let them push you.

I am so fucking proud of my son.

[spiderwarden]

me talking my salt about the fandom and Astarion vs knowing Minthara would adore a bloody feed railing.

[the-kipsabian]

Kip Sabian | AEW Unrestricted Podcast

[draconscious]

traveled outside of Blackthorn for an extended period of time

secret Goomy shrine

went on a reality TV show

met Moltres

and now

managed to submit a Frontier Brain with an armbar hold...

we can pack it up now. after a great multi-year run, the great @draconscious experiment has concluded.

[barbie-rps]

new hyperfixation unlocked !!

please please please let me write an oc against a member of the batfamily 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾 i double and i would go insane for a chance to try out writing jason, dick, or bruce for you

[tealeavesandthorns]

Bridgerton Verse | Open

If there was one person who loved the season more than the Queen, it was probably Maria Ellis. A widower now, after the death of her older husband, she had yet to find another. Not that she was particularly in a rush, she'd rather wait to fall in love again.

Michael had been a love match and she had adored him but with no other relatives and no children. Maria now spent a good deal of her time indulging in books, with a small estate and pocket of cash to call her home.

She loved the social season though, she always had. Whilst many matches were made purely for logical reasons, the love stories of the season always made her heart warm and she adored hearing about them.

It was why she still attended as many events as she could and why she now stood at the edge of the dance floor watching so many others indulging. It was moments like this, clutching a drink in her hands that she missed Michael.

[hells-fvry]

Open RP - Husk

"I wouldn't bet nothin' you ain't ready t' lose."

[thegoodnessofprovidence]

Consulting Librarian

In the depths of some alternate universe, Holmes is a reference librarian. His science of deduction would be refocused on the science of classification, identification, and information.

He would have devoured the texts A Classification and Subject Index for Cataloguing and Arranging the Books and Pamphlets of a Library, Decimal Classification and Relativ Index for arranging, cataloging, and indexing public and private libraries and for pamflets, clippings, notes, scrap books, index rerums, etc., eagerly awaiting news from the United States and corresponding with colleagues abroad as the development and research of such a system took place.

He may have started at the library of the British Museum, but his consulting status would have been achieved in the form of his interest in bringing information science to the public rather than to private patrons, specific social classes, and other such restrictions on library institutions of that era.

His intricate knowledge of recorded crimes, periodicals, newspapers, and other such information would make him a valuable resource to certain Inspectors, should they think to inquire at the city library.

There is more but I stand on the precarious edge of descending into library history hell with all the development around them in the 19th century

[mittenlady]

u kno it's bad when u start considering making an rp blog

[didsomeonesayventus]

also hewwo i’ve vaguely returned to fic writing thanks to engage and as part of getting better at promoting my work uuhhh here (throws breadcrumbs in one convenient post) 

All the following center around M!Alear/Alcryst (alearyst? alcrear? Alal? the utterly unhinged suggestion of alal-) because oops My Favorite Dynamic, generally written as standalone

Rutilated- 3.7k, taking place between chapters 14-15, slight focus on events in chapters 10-11. Insomnia from stress turned awkward flirting turned emotional comforting.

Intergrowth- A series of 6 drabbles totaling 2.5k that take place from chapter 7 through post-game in sporadic leaps. Covers a broad spectrum of crushing angst to fluff, arranged chronologically kind of like an outline of the relationship on the side of the main plot, built around the idea of moments where they held hands

Thanatophobia- 1.3k, post-game. Alear has a nightmare because (kiragi vc) war is heck! especially when you’re dragon jesus and go through protagonist bullshit that people somehow expect you to be just Okay With.

so yeah oops finally found fic topics to latch on to and remembered I might dare have a writing following/finding people who want to read over this way so if u find this post rad or interesting please have at it and enjoy!

[kittywriites]

[[ open ]] [[ assistant, intern, employee, etc ]]

He’d been watching her for most of the evening, but that shouldn’t have come as a surprise. It was rare for his gaze to linger on something else when she was an option, but tonight? He’d been thinking about sliding his hand up her dress since the moment she walked in. Owen tossed back the remainder of his drink and then grabbed another off a passing waiter’s tray, moving towards the girl when she was finally alone. “That dress sure is something.” he said in a low voice, not shy at all about the way he drank in the sight of her little cocktail dress. God, he loved these stupid fucking office parties. He took his sweet time bringing his gaze back up to meet hers, lips curled in the hint of a smirk. “Your boyfriend really lets you leave the house like that?”

[vinterhjerte]

me, adding things to my queue so this blog isn't empty all the time? revolutionary.