#and it's making me sof )

[yourangle-yuordevil]

First time they make an effort (because going to the bathhouses Barbie style™ would have raised more questions than necessary...)

[sollucets]

just yok things for @ahxu-laowen

[blueskittlesart]

POST MORE SWORD OF FATE PLS IM BEGGING

i have very little in terms of actual art LMAO but i CAN explain the sword thing because i checked and i did in fact never make this plot point public. i struggled for a while with creating a villain for this story until i realized that. i put "sword" in the title of the game. of course it has to be about the fucking sword. DUH.

so i want SOF to deal very heavily with religion, specifically the way in which hyrule's religion forms post-sksw but pre-reincarnation. i've placed it on the timeline directly after sksw, making it the first actual reincarnation in hyrule. what this means is that there's no actual proof yet that the reincarnation thing is real and not just an insane bluff on demise's part, and so several key characters including link and zelda barely believe in hylia or demise at all when the story starts. my thought with this setting's version of ganon is that he's the polar opposite of the nonbelievers. The gerudo don't really exist as of now, but he DOES come from the desert region of hyrule--specifically, he was raised in a cultlike offshoot of the sheikah religion which interpreted the hylia/demise myth completely literally and believes that a doomsday is coming, heralded by the foretold return of demise. Because of this, he knows more about the cycle and how to set it in motion than basically any other character. Crucially, he and his people are some of the only ones at this point aware of the existence of the master sword.

ganon finds. a sword. a sword which he THINKS is the master sword. and this theory is only reinforced when the sword begins to speak to him about his destiny and the salvation of hyrule. unfortunately it is not the master sword and he ends up basically a pawn in the greater plans of what's left of demise & ghirahim within that sword, manipulated into attempting to revive demise and destroy the reincarnated hero and princess. he remains in denial until basically the very end of the final battle, completely convinced that he is the true savior of hyrule and LINK is the one being misled. ghirahim is a very good manipulator lol

[lunaetis]

@minban asked :

"you make me dizzy just by looking at me." / hsr kaveh for eden

I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU. || accepting

─「エデン」─  the words caught her by surprise, and perhaps that was so obvious when she literally pause and stared at him as though he had said the most UNBELIEVEABLE thing ever to exist. golden hues widened a fraction more, feeling the sounds around them dim only for it to be replaced by the thumping of her heartbeat echoing within its chamber. the stellaron heart that whirred quietly now drumming oh-so-loud in the deafening silence following each syllables leaving his lips.

                and the TRAILBLAZER felt as though time halted in that split second. her ? making him feel dizzy ? her mouth parted, words dying to come out only to die down within her throat. what was she trying to say ? maybe the back of her mind was still wondering if she was dreaming. was she in the dreamscape upon the planet of festivities ? the feeling was resembling it, the experience of getting intoxicated by the first sip of SOULGLAD.

                her cheeks felt a little hot, and eden let out a bashful laugh, almost uncharacteristically so. after all, she was often the FORWARD one, reckless and true, rarely ever shy. yet, to hear those words from him, of all people, it made her take a pause. stunned.

                " — but it's you who are dazzling. " finally, she found her voice once more, accompanied by a slightly coy smile despite the RED HUES tinting her cheeks. a softer laugh escaped her, as though she wasn't sure how to phrase her thoughts into words fast enough to convey it to him. with an intake of breath, aureate finally met with his scarlet orbs. eyes that were like living flames, burning so fiercely but so kind and warm all at the same time. eden had, after all, been watching him from afar. admiring in awe of his dedication to his craft, of the creativity he held, of the boundless mind he possessed.

                " everything you touch become ... alive. your mind, your thoughts, your dream ... seeing you and hearing you talk about the things you saw, the things you created, hearing your name echoed with praises from one planet to another — it made me wonder what you'd build next. what kind of miracle you'd create next. " each syllable brimmed with tenderness, with admiration, with awe and respect. it resounded in her mind, the vision of the future he carried, the path he created and forged for himself. all within the palms of his hands.

                " you are the brilliant one, kaveh. " like the brightest star in the night sky, shining through the dark. she was lucky to have witnessed it at all. and the smile settling upon her expression as she looked at him was a PROOF of that. " the brightest star i've ever seen. " even though your light makes me dizzy, i want to keep my eyes on you.

[beatlzee]

he's very found of worms. they tickle his arm☝️(dude is a fucking weirdo, just ignore him)

[sapphic-suchoripterus]

oh fuck no Vivziepop did NOT try to design a dinosaur character and put it in her show

this hurts my eyes

Like no

NO

followers tell me the truth, are my dino OC designs as bad as this???

[hughesquinn]

saw a bedazzled preds jersey on twitter and it reminded me of u

OH MY GOD BEDAZZLED PREDS JERSEY THATS SO SICK

[smulnsander]

i like pseudoscience debunking videos but m*nni m*nute man got sooooo fucking annoying sooooo fucking fast

[seaofgoldensand]

wait it's been 143 days? 🥺

[debinhas-bicycle]

my very optimistic predictions for the olympic roster thrown together in the last 20 minutes

[ohlovxr]

there really is something so magical about mornings in bed with matt that makes the dynamic so very daddy-and-his-pretty-and-dependent-baby-esque

[fossys]

oh i think we were a terrible person actually

[lunaetis]

@dnangelic asked :

' you're troublesome, annoying, noisy and pushy, and if i'm any sort of idiot, then you're a reckless one, too. but whether or not that means anything ... ' a flush. he can't help the way his thoughts suddenly choke him a little, his eyes going elsewhere; his fist coming up to shyly touch his lips. hesitation drags the instant on for just a moment longer, until softly, he continues. ' ... well, you've always meant more than just 'nothing.' to me... to us. the way that you live is... worrisome, sometimes. but as the face of the trailblaze, it only feels right to watch you go forwards. whatever happens in the end, daisuke and i were made more than just visitors in this world thanks to you. ' he admits things like this. ' you are... a good mascot. ' in his heart, forever a welcoming friend.

unprompted. || always accepting

─「エデン」─  reckless was a word that had been used to describe the TRAILBLAZER more than once, and it wouldn't be the last time anyone called her that, either. golden hues lifted from where they were cast downwards, just enough for them to catch a kind of pink dusting upon his cheeks. perhaps, her words had struck him more than she realized, the sulking manner she gave him when he called her just a mascot.

                he, they, of all people would know how eden had struggled to find her own purpose of living in this life of hers after being AWAKENED for a single purpose. was that why she had latched herself onto both of them ever since he boldly said she belonged to him ? because it was the first time someone wanted eden and not the stellaron being sealed inside of her. maybe that was why he immediately halted the banter when her MEANING came to be the subject of the discussion.

                because he knew how much it meant to her, how much it ate at her without others realizing.

                " if i don't charge forward, then who would ? " that might not be the only core of the trailblaze, however, it was what she had come to UNDERSTAND throughout her journey. she had nowhere to go but forward. no past, no memory to recall, no home to return to. so forward was not an option but the SOLE DIRECTION she could head into. a path she decided to take, yet what made her who she was would be the bonds she forged during her journey.

                and meeting him, meeting them, had given her that REASSURANCE. he was a phantom thief, and he would only stake his claim into things that were valuable. for him to do that with her ... was it too presumptuous of her to draw a conclusion that she was worth SOMETHING ? that eden was more than just the BURNING SUN inside her chest ?

                a good mascot, a good trailblazer ... something good ... something worth keeping ...

                do i mean something to someone ? more than just a pawn in THE SCRIPT, more than just a vessel. but a living, breathing person. a companion. a friend. a partner. AUREATE orbs lifted over her shoulder, and a quiet smile tinged the corner of her lips.

                " am i, really ? " as long as i mean something to you both, it's worth it. being born created, being here.

[skybristle]

Resonant Chimes

[sylleblosscm]

@infideliis:

"The only thing I want - the only thing I've ever wanted - was for you to be happy."

---

Reassuring Starters [accepting]

Lunafreya closes her eyes and tilts her face toward the Tenebraean breeze. It is exactly how she remembers it - until she opens her eyes and sees her once-teeming field of blue reduced to a smattering of colour here and there, and otherwise upturned dirt. More than a hundred generations of work wiped out in a day - but her people endure. As rehabilitation began after the Long Night, this famed garden was lavished with all the attention it could need, their people seemingly eager to see it restored more than anything else. It is, after all, the lifeblood of their home. And though it is a long process, little by little, Tenebrae finds herself more with every passing day.

 If only their Princess had been here to see it. 

 Though it was once her destiny to inherit the crown, Lunafreya always knew it would never be her place. She and Ravus are two sides of the very same coin, with half their mother’s legacy apiece. Oracle, and Monarch. 

 Luna married shortly after the Dawn, to the surprise of no one. And though she writes Ravus every day, it is nothing like living under the same roof. Her visits were once frequent, but as her duties as Queen and eventually a mother mounted, it left her with less and less time to return home.

 Her children are sleeping now, and Luna has made herself quite at home on the old porch, just as she once did. It was here, when she and Ravus used to be at odds, that they could find peace. They’d share tea and sweets, and all talk of Gods and the Empire was banned. Those moments were sacred and fleeting and remain some of the most precious in her life. 

 Thus, Ravus’ words do not come out of the blue - not to her. It is as if they are continuing a conversation from more than a decade ago, picking up where they left off as only siblings can. 

 She reaches across the table between them, and takes his hand. The air around them is quiet, save for the odd stirring of the wind and twittering of birds. ❝I know. I have always known. And I am happy, Ravus. In no small part, thanks to you.❞ She looks to him, offering a warm but sad smile. ❝You know, you’re the reason I wanted a second child. There is something…ineffable about a sibling bond. It is a gift I couldn't bear to deny my family. Nobody else could vex me so, and still be as dear to me. You are my first love of this life. Sometimes I look at them, and find my only regret is that we were deprived of that all too soon.❞ 

[ekleipsi]

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. ❜ // ( citri wanting to hold hands .. mayhaps .. for faye. )

--- Aspect of Leo had come to appreciate the quiet attentiveness that Citri offered; she didn't know the woman all that well, but despite her vanity, she was observant in many ways. Citri was quiet, cautious, thoughtful- she paid attention to small details and had quite an eye for fashion and garments and that spoke to Faye above many things. The smaller femme was...reclusive as well, though, guarded with her emotions and avoidant of both emotional and physical affection. Such had been a learning curve for the taller, so used to being in others personal bubbles.

--- She stood comfortably on a small makeshift dais in the rider's cottage, hoping the comfort of home might relax her as opposed to Faelan inviting the dainty woman to the more highly trafficked fashion facilities she often had fittings done in. Liquid golden hues watched the focused way mirrors set upon each stitch, careful and diligent and nearly reverent with each twine of fingers along thread and needle.

--- It was positively mesmerizing to watch. Like a hypnotic pendulum, she couldn't tear her eyes away- perhaps it was her cat like nature? She couldn't have said for certain, but soon enough she stepped down from the area when the stitchwork was complete, allowing for Citri to help her put the bodice portion of the dress on as soon as the soft, chiffon material brushed just above her knees. ' This is lovely, you know...it almost makes me feel like a woodland nymph~. ' a fanged smile pulls at her lips in amusement, spinning one way and then the other as she admired the artistry.

--- ' You've...such a deft hand for this sort of thing, have you...considered doing it professionally? ' a thoughtful hum, her usual boisterous arrogance only temporarily tamed- for once she wore flats, a simple pair of sandals, as she stepped close to the door. ' Care for a walk? To see how it holds up with basic movement? ' an excuse, she knew as much and wondered if Citri did as well, mischief brimming just beneath long lashes.

--- Famine incarnate did not seem opposed to such, almost eager to accompany the lioness out and along forested path. There was a comfortable silence settled between them, bodies so close together that one step had Faye's fingertips brushing against Citri's own; the touch was a shock of sensation. Pale doll-like features were so cool and such a contrast to the warmth of Leo's own flesh, slightly tanned with exposure to the sun. ' Sorry- ' an apology was immediate, out of courtesy if nothing else, though surprise danced across features at response.

--- ' Mm...only a fool would question such an honor. ' a leonine purr escaped- and where most might have simply cupped hands together, careful and delicate, Faelan boldly slipped her own slender digits between the smaller ones of her companion, lacing them together and squeezing cool palm gently, enveloping it with heat. ' Thank you, princess~. ' she hummed softly, sincerely, tilting head towards the other in gratitude.