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Since you wanted asks
What would Hearts look for in a partner?
#hearts halcyon#halcyon#halcyon hearts#ask#asks#ask blog#my art#halcyon wish#furry#fursona#original fiction#author#writeblr#my ocs#my fursona#my ocs <3#hyena#hyena furry#spotted hyena#love#romance#partners#partner
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EWAN MITCHELL as BILLY TAYLOR The Halcyon (2017)
#bless his sweet little heart!!!!#oh billy... love of my life...#ewan mitchell#hoosbandewangifs#billy taylor#the halcyon#the halcyon itv#perioddramaedit#itv#tvedit#ewan mitchell edit#ewanmitchelledit
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Some concept art I did for a scrapped project :,)
Really happy with the color work in these!
#halcyon#rest in peace you’ll live on in my heart#I have tea to spill but I shan’t disrupt our dashboards#concept art#art#artist#illustration#concept artist#background art#environment art#moss’s art
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Kkhta Clause
#koishi komeiji's heart throbbing adventure#kkhta#clause#len'en project#len'en#wilhelm von clausewitz halcyon hisuimaru#drawings
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5 Songs, 3 Outfits
Thanks for the tag @captastra 💖💕
Rules: Post 5 songs associated with your OC, followed by 3 outfits they would wear
[ Note: Flashing Warning since I'm including links to music videos. Click links at your own risk. ]
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Songs:
• Autoclave – The Mountain Goats
And I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam
And no emotion that's worth having could call my heart its home
• Chop Suey! – System of a Down
Father, into your hands I commend my spirit
Father, into your hands
Why have you forsaken me?
• In Your Eyes – Peter Gabriel
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive
• Magnum Bullets – Night Runner
Running in shoes that shine
With blood that isn't mine
A stinging trophy of the battles I've survived
• Starlight Brigade – TWRP
When I look up at the sky, what meets my eyes?
Can I just stand by while the world dies?
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No Pressure Tags: @darkfire1177 @hibernationsuit @bokatan @bleumanouche
open tag to anyone who wants to jump in!
#I did canon outfits + that one alt outfit from a while back bc I like them and wanna show them off 🤭#lyrics not necessary I just thought it would be a fun little insight as to why I like these songs for her lmao#captain of the unreliable#flashing#<- warning for if anyone clicks the links bc music videos#also red if ur reading this the other day when I was drawing faith and max halcyon came on my playlist and OUGH my heart. THEMMMM.
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✨HALCYON HEARTS✨
inspired by halcyon hearts by katahj copley which is the piece my band is playing for festival next month which reminds me i am finally getting a new flute next weekend brb jumping up and down
#btw idk if you can see it right away but the halcyon hearts part is inside a human heart#my cousin brought posca markers to my house and all the parents went outside#big mistake lmao#personal
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Home sweet home... and the smell of Spring is in the air….
#life#heart and soul#AdoraFlora#Spring#Imbolc#flowers#Mother Goose#home is...#hearth and home#halcyon#riverlife
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I should start treating my OCs as if they're from already existing media that I hyperfixated on, maybe that'd fix me.
#aria rants#i was thinkin bout my ocs alrdy in a relationship (vague or not) and was like: wait a min why i havent i given em shipnames yet#so now ill be giving em shipnames. alrdy thought of some for hal and feli and the first one sounds like a pokemon name ngl#felicyon (felicity + halcyon). the 2nd one follows the shipnaming that omori had and thatd be flowerheart#for reasons connected to their true names (hals true name means heart and felis means flower) so flowerheart :>
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love soap he has that golden retriever himbo energy ❤️❤️
Truth.
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💬 MCU jalice please) ❤️
Hmm. Jalice is a couple of chapters away but I suppose we can jump ahead.
“It’s not okay,” Alice said miserably, and he’s struck by how unhappy she is.
“Yeah, it is. We got home, right where we wanted to be. Seth’s got his mom and his sister back, Rose’s here, our family’s here, and Jasper’s been waiting for you.”
Alice just shook her head again.
#meme#my fic: jar of hearts#remember when their reunion was just fucking in the kitchen whilst emmett explained everything#the halcyon days before this fic grew feelings
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[ EVICT ] (roleswap au maybe? Mona kicking someone outta the clinic)
Knives watches as Mona bullies yet another bounty hunter out of her clinic, one hand still wrapping his injured wrist with expert motions.
"You really should stop getting involved," he says when she comes back, closing up the first aid kit he'd been stealing from. "If you go out the back and pretend you were never here, it'd be a lot safer for you."
It's not like he needs the help; he can take care of himself just fine, even injured and bleeding. She doesn't need to go to all the trouble every time. Maybe he should stop using her clinic–
"Sorry. Next time I'll do without."
#halcyon--mind#roleswap verse;; bones grown old around a broken heart#mmm haven't done roleswap threads proper yet honestly i really should do some#maybe i'll do a starter call for that today
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i made a little clay Hearts and then took a picture of me holding it and realized i probably wasn't going to paint it irl as i have an unfinished ciero in a similar state-
So i just ...painted over my photo i took and now i have a very polite little handful of hyena <3 Everyone say hi to Hearts!!!!
#hearts#halcyon#halcyon hearts#halcyon wish#my art#digital art#krita#original work#original character#furry#fursona art#oc#anthro furry#sfw furry art#my character#artblr#artists of tumblr#small artist#drawing#hyena#spotted hyena#hyena furry#furry hyena#hyena fursona#hyena oc#anthro#supervillain#finally ive drawn the ultimate adoptive father
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sticks eyrie in a jar and shakes them
#no thoughts but so many thoughts. rehashing of old thoughts#new thoughts like hey bad ending ShB lightwarden eyrie as forgiven duty cannot stop screaming#it screams constantly. unending screaming#sjdjdjd me staring at my child you will feel the love of the world as a god does yet your poor heart is so painfully human#they snort when they laugh too much#post SB when it’s just eyrie and alisaie they tell her stories to help her sleep at night#grapes are one of their favorite fruits. they don’t like chalk pastel because it feels bad on their hands#they drew a landscape of coerthas from before the calamity and gifted it to count edmont#maybe as a thank you for hearing out his son to allow the scions into Ishgard#maybe it was also just listening to his stories from before the calamity and making something of those halcyon days#eyrie is a bard and one that collects stories#being a bard in the sense of collecting stories. the retelling of them#preservation through spoken word#i just love my funny lil bun#oc: eyrie kisne
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"Halcyon & On" by Orbital, remixed by Jon Hopkins.
#orbital#jon hopkins#jon hopkins remix#halcyon & on#playlist#I really gotta be careful when I listen to him now he's always punching me right in the heart#Youtube
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i’m finally getting around to my boyfriend’s county band stuff and wowie they’re all good ESPECIALLY FOR ONLY PRACTICING FOR TWO OR THREE DAYS I MEAN IT SOUNDS LIKE THEY’VE BEEN PRACTICING FOR MONTHS
#—kissing the silver ocean#//sorry babe#//my brain doesn’t like to work#//but also they performed in like november or december#//it’s march#//also halcyon hearts solos all your favorite classical/orchestra music
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roronoa zoro; 21,051 words (not including epilogue), fluff and angst, ENEMIES!!! to lovers, the slowest of slow burns, canon-normal violence, on-page description of injury, excessive use of flashbacks, some banter, healing from trauma, baroque works!reader to strawhat!reader, no "y/n", emotionally constipated!zoro, hurt and comfort, angst with a happy ending; (epilogue tags will be posted separately)
summary: in which neither you nor zoro are the children you remember each other to be.
update: new chapters will be posted on @shouyuus!!!
a/n: IT'S FINALLY HERE!!! i honestly cannot believe i actually finished writing this lmfao. but anyway, this post will act as a table of contents/masterlist of sorts, and i will update links to the separate chapters as they go up. chapters will be posted every few days (but they are all done! except for the epilogue LOL). i've tagged everyone who has req-ed to be tagged in this series so far on this prologue post, but if you wish to be tagged for the upcoming chapters and you're not already on this fics specific taglist, please comment below to be added! and without further ado -- here we go!
TABLE OF CONTENTS ━
prologue: someone, somewhere
chapter one: a shadow of the past
chapter two: tell no tales
chapter three: sleep of the living, dreams of the dead
chapter four: another life
chapter five: true love's kiss
epilogue: la petite mort (nsfw)
prologue: someone, somewhere
He remembers you most as a child, in halcyon images and gold-limned flashes of his own childhood memories, the edges blurring watercolor soft, but the center (always you) carved in knife-sharp relief.
You were one of the few children that lived in Shimotsuki Village who hadn’t come from the doujou — one of the few children he knew that (at least to the best of his knowledge) had a thing called family. A mother to braid your hair, a father to chase the darkness away, a warm bed and a kitchen that always smelled of freshly made rice. And perhaps it was jealousy, or some other more complicated emotion that had been then too big to name with one single word, but he’d never gone out of his way to befriend you like the other kids from the doujou did — fascinated as they were by your soft hands and round cheeks and the bright, glittering array of homemade sweets you’d bring with you once every couple of weeks.
He’d learn later on that it was because Shimotsuki-sensei had saved your father’s life at some point in time; the story now lost to the annals of legend and withering memory, but back then, he’d only assumed it was the natural way of things. Of waking up for kata practice and then settling in for lunch, and then maybe, if it was to be a good day, you, with your basket of sweets and your blue-bell laughter.
And perhaps this is why, years later, when he meets you again in a dark, nameless village tavern, he doesn’t recognize you — not at first. Because you’d looked so different. Gone was the roundness in your cheeks, or the natural star-bright light in your eyes. Gone, too, were the bright braids that your hair had always been set in — he remembers so clearly, watching the other boys from the doujou jab their fingers into the rings of your pinned up braids, pulling down just to hear you squeak. He hadn’t said anything then, stupidly thinking him above it all, watching as you tried to jerk away, but laughing when the boys finally relented with half-hearted apologies.
You always threatened to take their sweets away; you never did, in the end.
But there, then, in that tiny tavern, you’d been thin, your hair dark as an oil spill, loose and inky as it cascades over your shoulders, your eyes lightless as the windows to an abandoned house — the hollowness made all the more visceral by the light he knew once inhabited them. The way loneliness is always more potent when coming back to it, the second time around.
He wanders up to the bar, slates you a glance before rapping his knuckles on the worn wood to catch the bartender’s attention.
“I’ll have beer and a refill of whatever the lady’s having.”
You shift slightly, shoulders hunching towards your ears.
“Thanks, but no thanks,” you say, shifting to shield your face from his gaze.
Zoro cocks his head, tossing a few Berry towards the bartender as they set down a stein of beer and a champagne flute to replace the one in front of you.
“Can’t a guy buy a girl a drink?” Zoro asks, rolling his shoulders as he reaches out for his beer. You eye him warily.
“Not for a guy that’s been tracking me for three weeks straight.”
Zoro hums, thumb poised on the hilt of his swords.
“We just happened to be going in the same direction.”
You reach out to run a forefinger along the rim of the thin champagne flute before swirling it once by the base. You watch the bubbles fizzle before leaning in to take a dainty sip.
“And they say chivalry is dead…” you murmur, almost too softly for him to hear. Zoro scoffs, allowing himself a twinge of a smirk before his mouth falls flat.
“You let me track you for three whole weeks.”
There’s no question in his words, only a harsh, accusatory certainty.
You lick your lips, leaning back in your stool, tugging your glass of champagne with you.
“Maybe I wanted the company.”
“Or maybe… you wanted me to follow you here.”
Every muscle in his body is tense, drawn taut as a tightrope, coiled tight as a spring.
You sigh, twisting a single lock of your hair around a finger, examining the ends as if looking for split hairs.
Then, quick as a flash, you’re at each other’s throats — him with a sword poised at your jugular, you with a knife pressed against his stomach.
“One move —” you warn, digging the knife slightly further into his skin. Distinctly, Zoro feels the pressure slice through his thick linen shirt, the cool kiss of the blade against his abdomen. And he’s killed enough by now to know that you’ve picked a major artery — one that would hurt, and take minutes for him bleed out. Just long enough for him to suffer, but not enough to get help.
The edge of his mouth ticks upward — not bad.
It’s then, in the infinitesimal flicker of your eyes meeting his, that he realizes who you are.
He nearly topples back, jerking away slightly with the revelation. Your eyes go wide, jolted by his sudden movement. But he’s quick enough to evade the sharp jab of your knife and a second later, you’re on either ends of the tavern, drawn blades and bared teeth.
“Y-you!” the word rips from Zoro like an unripe scab, thick and hard and still bloody underneath.
You lick your lips, eyes narrowing to slits beneath your long, lanky hair.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The hell you don’t.”
“Oi! No fighting in the bar!” the barkeep’s voice is gruff and loud, and for a second, Zoro wonders if you’ll listen. The next, the sharp clang of metal on metal stuns him backwards a few steps as you wrest your knives from between two of his katanas, snarling.
“If you’re so much of a gentleman — let’s take this outside.”
“Ladies first,” Zoro spits out as he whips both swords through the air before sheathing them. He makes a show of holding the tavern door for you as you stalk out in front of him, your hackles raised, your knives jutting out from your belt like so many pairs of sharpened claws.
“What do you want?” you ask, as soon as you’re both out of the bar and standing in the moonlit street outside, the wharf to your left, the strip of small, rundown taverns to your right.
The air twangs with the metallic smell of fish and the thick, oppressive sweetness of rotting wood.
“An explanation,” Zoro says, crossing his arms and planting his feet.
“I don’t owe you anything.”
Zoro nods, “Sure. But that doesn’t mean I don’t wanna know.”
You lick your lips, glaring at him for a second longer before turning and marching down the rickety boardwalk. A moment later, Zoro levels himself with you as you round a corner onto a small stretch of beach, pillowed against a backdrop of sharp, unrelenting rocks, the tips bleached white by the round, silver moon.
“There was a beach just like this,” you say, stepping onto the tide-soaked sand, leaning down to pick up a fragment of a broken seashell, washed ashore by an errant wave.
It takes Zoro a second to realize you’re talking about Shimotsuki village, and the tiny little beach on the other side of the dense, cedar wood.
“Yeah. A bunch of us used to play there — see who can throw rocks out the furthest.”
“You were always the best at that,” you say, your voice softer than he’d heard all night.
“Yeah, well…” Zoro shrugs, leaning down to pick up a piece of rock, weighing it in his palm a few times before whipping his arm back to snap it into the gentle, shushing waves. You both watch as the rock skids out over the water before plunking into the sea, “Guess I’ve always been kind of a show-off.”
The sound of your laughter sends summertime sparklers racing up his spine.
The quiet pools between you like spilt blood, rank and dripping.
“So. You go by Ms. Double Nines now, I heard,” Zoro says, in a flagging attempt to be casual as he turns to glance at you, both his hands resting on the hilt of his swords.
You stand next to him, your eyes focused on a point far out on the horizon, still as statue.
“What’s it to you?”
Zoro sighs, looking down. In the pale, cool moonlight, his earrings glint like baring teeth.
“What happened?”
You suck in a breath.
"Life happened,” you say, turning back towards him with a steely glint in your eyes. Zoro stiffens, his grip tightening on his swords as he sizes you up. He does the mental calculations — you’re just far enough for him to defend against an attack, but close enough where if things were to go south entirely, he’d have a hard time getting back to safety.
You grin, seemingly noticing his rough internal calculations.
“Do yourself a favor, Roronoa — and don’t ask questions you don’t wanna know the answers to,” you say, flicking out one of your blades and tossing it up into the air, only to catch it around your finger, swinging it round and round, the sharp edge of the blade nicking the air just shy of your cheekbone.
“Who said I didn’t want to know?” Zoro presses, bracing himself for a fight.
You chuckle, the sound harsh and mirthless.
“If you’d wanted to fight me properly, you wouldn’t have waited till I got you onto this stretch of deserted beach.”
“Maybe I just wanted a quiet place to kill you.”
“Or maybe…” your voice is so low Zoro almost doesn’t catch the stomach-wrenching longing in your words, “I just wanted a quiet place to die.”
The sharp shink of blades being drawn is heart-rendingly familiar, but the bone-rattling clash of metal on metal still shakes him to the roots of his teeth. Zoro grunts as he parries a blow from either side, before crossing his swords to catch your assault down the center.
You’re fast, he’ll give you that, your body smaller and quicker. You slip through the shadows with the comfort of a person who knows nothing but and he can’t help wondering at the life you’ve led that had pushed you to this point.
To having a mark on your back, a bounty on your head.
You’re a good fighter — this much, he acknowledges. But good isn’t usually good enough to best him. This much, he also knows. Yet somehow, you’re keeping up, somehow, you’re pushing him back, forcing him to retreat one step and then another. It’s not until you duck beneath one of his pin-wheeling blades and force yourself into a knife’s-breath of his space that he realizes — it isn’t that you’re good, it’s that you’re reckless.
Reckless with your own body in a way that makes him stumble back at the realization. Reckless, in the way you charge forward and thrust your body into spaces where he’d easily be able to slip a blade between your ribs — and later, when he’s wiping his swords clean of your oxidizing blood, he’d wonder why he didn’t.
Still, there’s something terrifying in the way you barely flinch when he knicks your arm, drawing a dark line of blood through your clothes, or how you jerk yourself forward when the tip of his sword catches your stomach, almost as if daring him to impale you in one fell swoop.
“You — you used to be… someone else,” he says, panting as he steadies himself against a sharp jut of moonlit rocks. Behind you, the ocean churns, dark and foaming as it throws itself onto the jagged reefs.
You lick your lips, wiping a smear of blood from your cheek. Your chest heaves with the exertion, but there’s a pale, flickering ache behind your eyes that sets Zoro’s whole body on edge.
He shivers as you grin, savage and unrecognizable as the tiny girl with mochi-round cheeks who had once upon a time offered him sweets in a hand-woven basket.
“Yeah? Well — so did you.”
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