#my Eight was 18

[nahare-shin]

It’s my Neo 3 but the biggest plot twist is he’s the oldest bc he’s in his 40s.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[rainintheevening]

Narnia, sand

In the dream, he stood alone in front of a great blue wave, three, four, five times his height, water rushing up and up and up, forever cresting, never crashing, it's top all dancing spray in the wind, and he sucked in a deep breath, wild salt air fresh in his lungs.

Between him and the wave was a sword stuck upright in the sand, sun light glinting on the polished steel blade, the golden lion's-head pommel, and a rush of joy filled him, like greeting an old friend; he thought he could already feel the dark red grip of the hilt against his palm, warm and solid and familiar.

But even as he stepped forward, he saw the pawprints; enormous things, twice the span of his fingers across, as if from some cat beyond the scope of imagination, a trail clear in the thin layer of dry sand, leading... away—away from the wave, away from the sword, past him, behind him, away into something he could not see, not unless he turned, not unless he followed.

A glance at the wave, and for a moment he fancied he could see through the frothing crest, great green mountains beyond it, and something wrenched at his heart; a glance at the sword, the etched blade that gleamed silver, and his fist clenched; before he smiled, looked down, and he kept his eyes on the tracks as he turned, stepped into them, followed them into the darkness.

Peter woke with salt tears on his cheeks, thin dawn light just creeping in the window, a single strain of birdsong in the air.

[astral-catastrophe]

it’s been ten years since I’ve felt like a child. ten years ago I was baptized into a cult. I was told this was maturity and I could take responsibility for my actions at age eight. I believed that meant I was practically an adult. I wish I hadn’t.

and god I had to be an adult purely because of my family situation. I wasn’t ever just a kid, I had only ever been the third parent. I have claim over many of the typical things parents teach kids. I did that. It’s not perfect but how can you expect an eight year old to raise a five year old and a two year old who don’t respect them, despite the eight year old being in charge.

by that alone I did more than the parents.

the parents don’t believe me when I complain about it or when I try to tell them that their kids need to be able to do things on their own. I was younger than my brother is right now when I had to take on the responsibility of being a parent or adult in a situation where the adults in my life failed me.

i was seven I think, when I first had to. I’ve been told it wasn’t a horrible thing to do and I’ve been told I’ve overacted or even that it didn’t happen.

I’m constantly asked for help or assistance or opinions or for explanations. Yeah I’m the smart eldest kid and I’ve got more education than my parents combined and I’m highly intelligent and they praise me as such. So it’s reasonable that they don’t listen. Why would I be right, after all?

they never listen.

its horrific that I’ll be an adult tomorrow, when my life has violently seesawed between “oh you’re just a kid/girl/teenager what do you know?” “You’re the smartest in the family” “you’re so mature and responsible” “you’re so immature and rash and reckless” “you don’t communicate and you don’t talk to us you’re over dramatic” “you’re nearly an adult act like it” “you’re still a teenager. Do teenager things”

how about you make up your goddamned mind because now I’m so so so so fucked over I can’t be a functioning person and I don’t know how I can live without the people who made me into the mess that I am.

[mayhasopinions]

astarion in my playthrough has a nat 8 charisma and is the only one who has a spell to talk to animals. in short, he's a fucking loser and an animal lover and i love him

[doctorwhoisadhd]

one thing about me is i have no idea what i know because i have no idea what is like a normal amount of knowledge about anything

[thatoneluckybee]

bitches love me cause i sleep until 4

I'm stealing you melatonin I need some

[azuresage]

This post is to pin and keep my series of Zelda fanfiction easily accessible.

The Aurum Flow is a series of stories that lay behind the scenes of many adventures throughout the Zelda franchise. Often do they set the stage for future events, but there will be some that follow up on tales that have already concluded. All of them feature OCs of my own making, sometimes with canon characters thrown into the mix.

Story I - The Hero of Spirits

(standalone entry) This is a prequel to Spirit Tracks that tells of how Malladus was first sealed; the story of the very first Hero of Spirits. This was my first fanfiction, written when I was 15 and updated over the years.

Story II - Ride the Winds!

(standalone entry) This is a prequel to Wind Waker, taking place roughly fifty years before Link sets out on his journey. A voyager from a cold, faraway land attempts to return home, and ends up dragging things into to place for the Hero's eventual return.

Story III - Spirits, Winds, and Time

(preceded by I and II) This is a crossover of The Hero of Spirits and Ride the Winds!, and it ended up becoming the genesis of the Aurum Flow series. This is set one hundred years before Ocarina of Time, featuring an all-seeing oracle prince who wishes to prevent the flow of time from unraveling.

Story IV - The Concerto of Spirits

(preceded by I) This is another prequel to the Spirit Tracks game, and it is a direct sequel to The Hero of Spirits, wrangling the events of that sandbox story into a more canon-compliant telling of how Link and Tetra founded New Hyrule.

Story V - Age of Prosperity;Mémoire

(standalone entry) This story assumes knowledge of my past works, but I intend for it to be standalone so you wouldn't necessarily have to read the others to enjoy it. This is set after the events of Age of Calamity, following a lost Lokomo's quest to uncover his past and his memories as he fights to protect those who can't come back to life like he can.

Please give them a chance! I'm working hard and having fun writing them, and I'm planning a lot more in the future!

[shadows-highlights]

valentine hast oh so kindly reminded me that there shalt be small children here. i dread this event wholeheartedly.

[spearxwind]

i actually just downloaded like. 50 pictures of rattlesnakes and death adders so I can study their head shapes when I have time

[strxnged]

oh fuck! i'm an adult now. funny

[makarovspussy-moving]

man it's crazy how childhood trauma fucks you up

[sammydem0n64]

Been a hot minute since I’ve drawn a literary smash character .... Hiiii Adèle Varens of Jane Eyre fame

[radioactivepeasant]

This Week's Snippet Schedule:

Thursday: Gremlinverse

Bonus: Keira as a seven year old about to convince her friends to test out a new invention that probably doesn't pass OSHA standards

[theoldaeroplane]

I need things to stop HAPPENING

[anderstrevelyan]

No-pressure writing ask: what's a line or a scene you've written that you still think about because it makes you happy?

Ooh so my immediate first thought is that my favourite scene I've written is Anders and Garrett's first kiss—I won't say more since it's not published yet, but I revisit it a lot because fhdslkfh I want to get there (as do they, the fic's entering its pining era in earnest).

In terms of something I can share: I really love writing Garrett and his friends in the Circle. They're young, they're bantering, they're ignoring the horrors. This "don't tell Jowan/he tells Jowan" is still my favourite scene transition I've ever written I think. And as much as I love writing description and the point of view character's inner world too, it seems to be the dialogue-heavy sections that stick with me most on an oh-yeah-that-was-fun level. (thanks for the ask! 🥰) (the 'Anders situation' is an escape, if that's not clear from context) (this is from Chapter 3)

Irving swallows and moves to turn back into his office, but pauses. “Oh, and Amell? Discretion on the Anders situation, please. Don’t tell Jowan.”

He tells Jowan. 

And Surana, who’s sat with him in the library downstairs, ostensibly studying for their herbalism exam but really just batting around the skull that’s meant to be serving as a bookend. And he tells them the real story, the way he’d felt the fresh air in his lungs, the way he’d stood with Anders staring at the sky. 

“Oh, that’s so romantic,” Surana says.

“What?” That’s not how he’d meant it at all.

“Come on,” he protests, “you know you think he’s hot. I hear you’d be to his tastes, too. What was that guy’s name? Karl something?”

“Thekla.” He’s not sure why he knows that so readily. “Sure you’re not speaking for yourself, Surana? Besides, he’s like ten years older than us.”

“Nothing wrong with an older man. But yeah, maybe you’re right. I can’t grow one of these, though.” He playfully knocks a knuckle against the stubble on Garrett’s cheek. “Why didn’t you go with him?”

Jowan bursts into a laugh, and the enchanter at the end of the aisle turns from her chalkboard with a glare. 

“Well, he didn’t offer.”

“And you’d never,” Jowan says, sliding down in his chair with a sheepish wave at the offended mage. 

“Never leave you two behind, right.”

“Or your perfect attendance record!”

Garrett supposes there’s no denying that one. “Hey, somebody has to be the best.”