#para: link

[callistomeadowforge]

@linkcache

That was Link Cache. Calli recognised the victor from District 3 just as well as she did any other. It had been 5 years since the 124th, during which Calli had admittedly rooted for Hades, but Link's victory had inspired her all the same. Link's story especially heartened her, because of course it did. The tribute who had volunteered for her sibling got to win and got to go home. Calli thought it a beautiful ending.

She was a little nervous, but that hadn't stopped her before, so why should it stop her this time? Maybe Link would appreciate the company. There wasn't anyone else sitting at her table. "Hi! Is this seat taken?" Calli asked, both to be polite and to make sure that she wasn't bothering Link or interrupting anything. She would not set her tray down unless Link gave her the go-ahead.

[millerbrick]

@linkcache

All Miller knew of Link Cache was that she had volunteered for her Games to take the place of her sibling, which deserved respect in his book. After all, he knew a thing or two about trying to keep a couple of siblings out of the arena. Other than that, though, they probably had nothing in common. "You got some brainy ones this time?" Miller asked the mentor. "The ones from Two are all muscle, so maybe they'll complement each other in an alliance. What do you think?" He did not believe it, nor did he care, but he was bored, and he was nothing if not a people person.

[millerbrick]

"Well, we've only got one left in the running. And she's missing an eye." Mason had lost his eye in the arena, too, but that had happened towards the tail end of his Games, while Mars had lost hers within the first 10 minutes. Miller wanted to maintain some faith in the girl, but there was no denying that her journey was going to be a challenging one. "Shame about yours, too. Sorry." Ezra had killed one of Link's, but he supposed that was water under the bridge now, since Ezra had gone off and died, too. Miller shoved another pastry into his mouth. "Send them my best, though. If not this cycle, then I'll be back up there next cycle. Or maybe you'll come to Two."

"They must've taken all the fruit in the tower for that interviews party." link observed, because even at the last ball there had been tarts with berries in them. These were all cheese and custard filled, which felt non-coincidental.

"My family's like that with everyone." But link knew mason, and his gentleness definitely reminded her of her littlest brother, a thing she was sure other members of their family had picked up on. Still, the celebratory dinner was usually about that welcoming in three, so she wasn't lying on that front. "Hey, bring home another victor this year and we'll do it again." She wasn't rooting for his tributes, but she wasn't about to be a dick about it to his face.

[apendice-chileno]

finished this yesterday woops

[yourteght]

» UM LUGAR PARA VOLTAR — capa pessoal

⟅07.04.2024 — eu achei a minha primeira capa desse casal muito xoxa para o tanto que eu amo eles ENTÃO eu fui lá e fiz uma outra que creio que minhas vozes da cabeça não vão me sabotar :) eu estou totalmente apaixonado por capas mais terrosas que faço normalmente, não sei se repararam mas eu estou impossível, eu tenho alguma coisa com essa cor gente, ela me deixa tão tão mais motivado pra capar que cês não tem ideia <3 eu queria alguma coisa que me remetesse a algo muito distante e a cartas, acho que fiz um dos fundos mais lindos da minha carreira de capista com essa capa, eu acredito que nunca mais vou fazer um fundo tão lindo quanto esse e eu não to bem :'D muito dos recursos que usei foram do Pinterest com as dicas do @shibuinni3 nesse post aqui ☆ (muito obrigado, chuchu). Sobre a capa, o que dizer? Ela é fruto de um surto de domingo à tarde, as minhas capas mais bonitas nasceram assim e com essa não é diferente, eu amei cada segundo :3

[skidcd-megamix]

I would love to see your sketches!!! Also you make aba and para feel very midna and wolf link codded, and I'm not sure whose who dosgskcjdhshddj

I had to ask my friend who these guys were and watch a character analysis of midna to come to a conclusion so errr here’s my conclusion lolllll

[whitestnoise]

[ackrsays]

Feitas para uso pessoal !

[thrwsaby]

🌞

[thewittyphantom]

The final Duel Links tag cup was the DM Cup, and our partner was Weevil Underwood! Teams included Para and Strings, a new team of Rex and Tea, Bandit Keith and Joey, and finally another new team of Yami Yugi and Mai.

Weevil: Tee hee hee hee! It's your lucky day because you get to team with me. Huh? Your brain must be bugged if you don't know who I am! When the world thinks of a champion, only one name crosses their mandibles: Weevil Underwood! Tee hee hee hee hee hee! Since you're tagging with me, victory's guaranteed for ya! But in exchange, I want you to do a little favor for me. Slip this card into our opponent's deck. [shows Parasite Paracide] ...What!? Don't you want to win? Just do as I say!

Tea: Uhhhhh...Why does this guy have to be my partner? Rex: I have a name, you know! And I want to team with a Duelist, not a cheerleader! Tea: You're one to talk! The last time you won, dinosaurs still roamed the earth! Rex: Hey! Don't be rude! Tea: You started it! Rex: But you continued it! She's scarier than a T-Rex... (they lose) Tea: For a so-called champion, you Dueled like a chumpion. Rex: You lost too! First Mai, now you...I don't know how Joey and Yugi put up with you. Tea: Say something? Rex: N-No. Nothing. (I feel bad for 'em...)

Yami Yugi: Mai, if you're my partner, I have nothing to worry about. Mai: I can say the same. But be careful, Yugi. If you get too confident, you'll fall for the easiest tricks. Yami Yugi: Of course, Mai. That's a lesson you taught me well. Mai: Ha...Let's go, Yugi! (they lose) Mai: I can't believe we lost... Yami Yugi: I hope you haven't forgotten what you told me. Mai: Of course not. You two! Congratulations on defeating us! But we always come back stronger! We won't lose next time! Yami Yugi: A true Duelist is tested not when they win - but how they come back from a defeat. Mai always reminds me of this important lesson. We will be back for a rematch!

Weevil: Teeeeee hee hee hee hee! I'm finally back on top! And it was soooo easy! Those maggots never stood a chance! Hee hee hee hee hee! ...Oh? You're still here? I guess you did a good job staying out of my way. As a reward, I'll give you this card! But to be honest, since I'm the one who carried you to a win, YOU should be giving ME a prize. [shows Parasite Paracide] Make sure to include that card in your Deck! As a symbol of our friendship. (If you do, when you Duel against me...) Teeeee hee hee hee hee!

[leohiranc]

parado frente a tienda de fortuna, diferentes amuletos y cajas estaban sobre la mesa, omikuji llama su atención. primero, le da una monedita a vendedore quién le deja agitar la cajita hasta que sale un pequeño palillo con papel envuelto. lo sostiene entre sus manos, leyendo en voz alta: ' futura fortuna ' no sabe si confiar en lo que dice, o creer en los papelitos. sin embargo, todavía se gira hasta contrarie sacando una monedita de su bolsillo. ' ¿quieres intentarlo tú? ¿crees en la fortuna? '

[millerbrick]

"They're banking too much on the colour being a shock factor." As if this ball, given what it celebrated, needed any more shock factors. His gaze wandered, sweeping over the people mingling about--working around the shock factors. All the while he had done very little, because he couldn't stomach playing mentor when the latest shock factor had been Smith.

How long had they sat there discussing blue burgers? Was he unwittingly keeping Link hostage? "Do you spend every ball chatting up the person in the room who looks most like death?" His finger tapped the edge of the plate in a nervous rhythm. "I mean, I wouldn't mind if you needed to--" He gestured vaguely around the room. Link still had two living tributes after all.

"They must use thermometers." she thought, taking another bite to chew on her thought. yeah, that must've been right. "even the sauce is blue. and the lettuce. I think the lettuce might be the most upsetting."

[flockrest]

unprompted / always accepting / @gloryseized ( Link )

<< I'm glad you're here. >>

     Revali almost doesn't catch it. Almost wishes he hadn't. It's a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye in the low lantern-light, fingers hurried and tucked in closer than Link's words usually are: as though some secret blurted, or a deep embarrassment realised, or— maybe, maybe, stars, let it be so, it's simply a trick of the dark. Anything else would mean Link really just told Revali he's glad he's here, too furtively for it to be his brand of pity, and that isn't— that isn't.

     Something swells beneath his feathers, near numbing in its capacity yet thawing in all its touch; a sudden rooting of a feeling he can't make out or place. As with every other indiscernible thing this Hylian has roused from him, Revali doesn't want to examine it.

     Ruined as his body still is from that century in Vah Medoh, he can't escape it.

     For all the do-good kindness he practically embodies, Hyrule's hero can be unexpectedly cruel sometimes.

     From the down bed he's been confined to, Revali carefully breathes through this completely fine — completely fine — development and does not move. He's lain in such a way that plausible deniability isn't so farfetched an excuse. He could feign preoccupation and open with, "Did you say something?" Save the both of them the acute awkwardness of trying to do anything with Link's...confession. Moment of vulnerability.

     Whatever it is.

     He turns his head towards the hero in full. The glow of the inn's lights washes over that face with a certain kind of warmth, accented by what more reflects off the curtain screens surrounding them. He's grateful for them to an extent — the privacy of a curtained-off corner is valuable even if the narrowed space feels too much like a narrowed world: with the two of them alone like this, no witnesses but the Windlines and skytrails to what will be shared, it isn't so difficult to see why Link might think it appropriate to...well.

     Revali opens his beak. The lantern by his roost flickers, and he watches its light dance across Link's eyes.

     "I'd hope so," he says, truly unable to escape any of this. He could stand to sound rankled about it, some part of him thinks, or at least a modicum of bothered. He tries for a sigh that only ends up sounding exhausted (unfortunate but unsurprising), then lifts his gaze back up to the roof.

     "...I suppose it's...good. That you're here as well."

[thana-topsy]

Hi Topsy! A Neloth prompt for you—at your leisure, to play around with as you will. [Officious looking letter, penned on creamy parchment] "To: Master Neloth of House Telvanni. I hope this letter finds you in good health. I have been following your research with unwavering interest for a number of years, so it is with great pleasure that I would like to invite you to give the keynote address for this year's "Vanus Galerion" Invited Speaker Series at the Arcane University. The year's theme is "The Theory and Methods of Summoning." I have no doubt that your insights on the subject would be of great interest to both our students and our faculty, and it is my great hope that you will consider this invitation favorably. As always with a keynote address, we would be pleased to offer an honorarium, as well as cover all travel and lodging expenses. I patiently await your response. Respectfully, ~Hannibal Traven"

[Included along with Master Neloth's letter of acceptance is a brief excerpt of his proposed lecture]:

To begin, Theory and Method (of any particular subject) I consider, at times, to be dialectically opposed. The theory of summoning in many cases does not hold even a single drop of water in comparison to the actual torrent of the practice itself. I have no doubt that you’ll find an inexhaustible stream of scholars willing to drone on about theory until they’ve lectured themselves hoarse, so I shall skip forward into the methodology to save us all time and precious mental capacity.

First and foremost, a summoner is nothing without a strong, well-honed force of Will. Any budding mage could feasibly rip a gash into Oblivion and fish out a passing scamp, but to control such a thing requires the ability to assert your Will over another’s mind. The more powerful the intelligence of said creature, the more difficult it becomes to maintain control. Low-level summoning forms, usually of the more animalistic variety—scamp, imps, clannfear, and the like—are often considered ‘beginner’ summonings. Theirs is a lower-level, more primal intelligence based on survival instinct, and one that is easily overpowered when one knows how and where to apply the correct amount of pressure.

The practice of strengthening one’s Will begins with a simple act that has set many an apprentice groaning and bemoaning my cruelty when I require it as part of their daily routine: meditation. The ability to filter one’s thoughts with needle-thin precision is nothing short of mandatory. If you cannot manage to sit still for five minutes without planning your next meal or scratching your nose, what makes you think you’ll be able to control a sentient creature with any amount of success? 

Once you have strengthened your Will, then it is simply a matter of practice. Novice summoners will find great success working with atronachs and lesser churls, as these are creatures who are predisposed to servility. However, it is important not to get too far ahead of one’s own abilities in the process. To reference one of the preeminent scholars on the matter, the current Master of Conjuration at the College of Winterhold, Falion: to wrangle with a bound summons is not unlike attempting to wrangle a very large fish on the end of a line. If you have not exercised the proper muscles or crafted a tenacious tether, you may find yourself with a snapped line and a very angry fish that will attempt to kill you.   

Now, given the namesake of your little convention, I can only assume that to delve further into the subject might very well see me in shackles in one of your fine correctional institutions. So, for the sake of adhering to the legal limitations of your country, I will state that, to attempt to bring anything more powerful than a Kynval onto our plane is unwise and unsanctioned. Hopefully that will suffice.  

We will take a brief recess, and, upon return, will discuss the Direnni method of binding, the hierarchy of summoned entities, and lastly, I will share the most common sigil forms for single entity binding, as well as second-order binding.  

[yourteght]

» I WILL CARRY YOU — capa teste

⟅06.04.2024 — passei por uma semana bem puxada e nesse dia decidi que queria tirar alguns headcanons meus de alguns animes e mangás para fora, eu já faço isso PORÉM eu nunca tinha feito do meu casal preferido de DGM e aqui estamos. Sei lá gente, eu não sei explicar mas amo uma capa bagunçada que só eu e meus neurônios entendem. Tem pessoas que me perguntam como faço as coisas sendo que nem eu sei como faço, já tentei ensinar algumas pessoas e me enrolei demais pq sou um péssimo professor, estou admitindo pq confesso que não sei ensinar uma porta (que abrir que dira uma pessoa né?) Enfim, essa capa foi um xodó de fazer. Nem tive como encher muito ela pq não soube aproveitar bem as texturas e ta ok, é sobre isso. Meus amores estão tão lindinhos nessa capa, com essa música então: uma obra viva na história da arte! :3 tchau gente.

A real é que eu queria fazer uma capa deles com a música War of Hearts da mesma cantora CONTUDO TODAVIA eu acabei voltando no tempo com essa música e tive que botar eles pq sou gado dos dois sim :D

[whistle-nouveau-bah]

Name: up to you!

Pronouns: she/he and assign xenos please!

Age(s): permaadult, agenull

Species: up to you!

Gender(s): boygirl, feel free to assign more!

Orientation(s): up to you!

CisIDs: psychology student, autistic, empathetic, caring

TransIDs: up to you!

Paraphilias: up to you!

Source (if applicable): either none or choose ^^

Roles: internal helper, system psychologist (in training)

Personality: up to you!

Appearance (can be a picrew, description, or a source image!): up to you! we&i have no idea other than doctor vibes :c

Name: Ainsley, Cameron, Dylan, Robin, Blake, Aster, Dandelion

Pronouns: She/Her, He/Him, Cure/Cures, Sew/Sewn, Heart/Hearts, Vin/Vignette, So/Soft, Fa/Fade, Fai/Fairy, Mend/Mends

Age(s): PermaAdult, Agenull

Species: CisFae

Gender(s): Boygirl, Saturnian, Femache

Orientation(s): Bisexual, Lesbian, Gay man, Gaybian

CisIDs: Psychology student, Autistic, empathetic, caring, Glasgow smile, Black, Fae, cane user, brown eyes, glasses

TransIDs: TransItalian, TransMixed (Black/Italian), TransGoldEyes, Dandelionscentic, Vanillascentic, TransHeight (Short to Tall)

Paraphilias: Raptophilia, Autoraptophilia, Haemotophilia, Peiramaphilia, Agonophilia, Mechanophilia

Source (if applicable): None, brainmade!

Roles: Internal helper, system psychologist in training

Personality: Soft, sweet, and caring. Strives to be helpful. Smart. Fond of shiny things, especially gold. Loves to read, especially medical materials such as textbooks, journals, or MUD databases. Empathetic and kind.

Appearance:

(Second img is closer for what I was picturing with skintone!)

Thank you for the request!!! I really hope you like him!!!