#out of character ( tbt. )

[emnience]

i have no idea when i’ll get to those starters again so … like for me to send you memes!

[grovemaiden]

also dizzy w/ pointed ears, just bc i said so.

[maidengear]

sorry for going silent. last month was terrible, but !! here's to a better year .. eating a bit, and then going to work on my replies for here. i hope everyone has been well !!

[bloodybcrbie]

💡 What inspires you to write the muse? 

hm. to be honest, tiffany is a muse that comes quite naturally to me, so i don't really need 'inspiration' so to speak. i have a playlist for her, but i barely listen to it lol. it's something that comes and goes, so her muse is mostly contingent on whether i have the drive to write or not. all it takes for me get in character is to read a reply/prompt thoroughly and i'm instantly able to envision her reaction/actions.

[multirosa]

just a small note for myself and any who may or may not care (mainly so if someone checks my page and is like. why did that change) clorinde's story has given an official ballpark for both her and navia's canonical ages, making them both about 30 years old, and with navia being a year older than clorinde, I'll be upping her age to 31 for it to fall in line with that context! i wasn't too far off with 25, but yeah.

[grovemaiden]

wait one last thing before i go and work on these graphics and other necessities for this blog .. i just want to say that i will always love the duality of dizzy -- at least in the sense of how dangerous she could be, if its what she wished .. how devastating her power truly is as a gear ( as miss ma'am truly could level whole towns with the use of her gamma ray. ) -- yet she chooses to remain gentle.

[flarecasts]

i ended up fantasia'ing sonja simply because i wasn't happy with her appearance ( the face ), and also gave her a different hairstyle / hair color. i'll be editing the appearance section of her stats, but it's otherwise not something that like, changes her character or backstory, or any part of her outside her appearance -- still, i thought i might say something so as not to cause any confusion with the new icons i'll be using as soon as i make them.

[zestials]

i feel like fucking around in photoshop a little, so give this a ♡ & i'll make a little something inspired by your blog !!

[grovemaiden]

          love that fanart of dizzy has her with a shark tail.  it reminds me that she literally can change the shape of her tail as she wishes  ..  really, she can change the shape of many parts of herself, and that's something i am now thinking about .........

[winterreigned]

writing in sansa's hotd for the queue and realizing , yahhh she totally has lady (direwolves are south of the wall still). and bc no one had to kill her so soon into her life , sansa actually has the ability to develop her warging skills. how freaaaaking cool , now i wanna write in this verse more.

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — on the radio.

JULY 15, 1989

Marty sighs, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. He flexes his hands, rolling his shoulders, trying to work the kink out of his back before getting back to work. That’s pretty much the only downside of tinkering around with various unfinished projects of Doc’s; way too many hours spent hunched over. 

“That was Tom Petty with ‘I Won’t Back Down’ here on KWHV 108.3 and I’m your host, Jamie Lee.” The deejay’s voice is sweet and smooth, and he remembers, warmth creeping across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, that Jamie Lee was his first crush. As if it wasn’t enough she was the coolest girl inside the halls of Hill Valley High, outside of school she was the best basketball player and had the best music taste. A triple threat for sure. 

“Next up we’ve got something kinda special: a new group that’s been soaring through the charts and sent the music world spinning with their electrifying debut.” 

Marty feels his heart quicken in his chest and tries to tell himself to calm down, the radio static buzzing in his head. He drops the screwdriver, which clatters to the table clumsily. There’s no way. There’s absolutely no way in hell she could be talking about–

“So, without further ado, with their lead single ‘Strangerland’ off their album 88, give it up for Hill Valley’s very own hometown boys, McFly and the Flyaways!’ 

His stomach drops. He’d recognize that opening riff anywhere.

“Future sight can’t help me tonight, tired of waitin’ for time to restart–”

“Holy shit,” he breathes. “Holy shit!” he exclaims, leaping to his feet and not even caring that he hits his head on the way up. “Doc! DOC!” 

He only feels a little bad when the door gets kicked open and his best friend bursts into the room like he’s goddamn Batman, clad in safety goggles instead of a cape and wielding a fire extinguisher instead of a Batarang. 

“MARTY!” Doc cries, looking around like a man possessed, frantic in his search for some threat. “What is it? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

He runs to the scientist, grasping his upper arms. His face hurts from smiling so much. 

“Doc! Doc, listen!”

“—ghosts in my head, there’s a ghost in the mirror that I see instead—" comes his own voice a moment later. 

Marty bows his head, grip momentarily tightening. There’s a lump in his throat and when he looks up at Doc again, his blue eyes are watery.

“My song, Doc,” he whispers. An awestruck, dumbstruck, disbelieving smile on his face makes him look all of thirteen again and he couldn’t care less. He lets out a laugh that’s a little too close to a sob for comfort. “They’re playing my song.” 

The fire extinguisher falls to the ground with a thud as Doc returns the embrace, holding Marty at arm’s length so tightly he thinks he’ll wake up with bruises in the morning. If Marty thought his own smile was big and stupid, it had nothing on Doc’s. 

“Do you know what this means?” he murmurs. 

“You were right,” Marty replies. “All the stuff you said to me.” 

“If you put your mind to it…” Doc starts, gently.

“…You can accomplish anything,” Marty finishes. 

The chorus starts, crackly over the radio, but it’s the greatest thing he’s ever heard. 

“Oh, I’m lost in my dreams, fallin' apart at the seams, and time is slippin' through my hand

But I got somethin' to prove, so what have I got to lose?

I'm gonna make it outta this

Strangerland!

I gotta make it outta this

Strangerland!” 

“Woah,” Marty laughs, tears sliding down his face. “This is heavy.” 

Doc pulls him into a bone-crushing hug which he eagerly returns, the instrumentation that took them weeks to nail blaring in the background.

“You did it, Marty. You made it.”

“I made it,” Marty repeats, as if it’ll make it feel more real. He feels lighter than air and like he’s buzzing with electricity, like he’s flying over a thundercloud. “Holy shit, I made it.” A sudden realization shocks him and his eyes widen. “I-I gotta tell the guys!”

“Go on, go on!” Doc encourages, letting him go, watching him fondly as he almost trips over his feet and the rug trying to make it to the phone in Doc and Clara’s library and study. 

However, it’s already ringing when he gets there. 

“Yo!” he greets, out of force of habit.

“Marty!” his dad’s warm voice responds. 

“Marty, honey, turn on the radio, quick!” his mom jumps in. “They’re playing it! Your, um, your Stranger in a Strange Land song!” 

“It’s your song, kiddo!” His dad sounds full to bursting with joy. “And boy, does it sound great!” 

He laughs, using his thumb and forefinger in a fruitless attempt to try to stem the flow of tears.

“Thanks, guys.”

“Oh, sweetheart, we’re so happy for you. And so proud of you, too, so proud.” His mom sounds like she’s about to cry, too. “Linda’s taping it and everything and Dave has it playing at the office!”

“We love you, son,” his dad reminds him, “and you’ll be home for dinner, right?”

“Yeah, Dad. I will. Love you too.”

[calithal]

stupid dialogue starter call, accepting! ( @unpossession )  ༄

“  you  gonna’  cry?  or  do  you  just  look  like  that?  ”

[grovemaiden]

one more month ( impatient vibrating ) .....