#person: logon

[springlia]

who: @xlogonx where: Audele

She did not rely on her legs to cross the distance between her brother and herself, golden wings uncurled from her back and she flew to where she knew she could find him -- where the ocean met the shore, he was sure to be found. Happy tears clouded her eyes and with a fierce motherly strength, she pulled him in for a hug. Petting his hair, she pulled back to search for any scars or harm, pulling him back into her embrace to pepper kisses to the crown of his head. "I would have burned this whole world down if you were lost to me, this place would have been nothing but cinders. We will rebuilt as we always have, forging a kinder future even without Titania." Lia and the Queen had a bitter relationship but she never fathomed a day where she would be here and the queen would not.

[springlia]

Lia felt the best when she was within the forest, her home in Rome before the enchanted forest had been unslept in and unhabited for weeks. She felt it was the calm before the storm though, even as so much heartbreak and resurrections had happened and soon the war would take it all away. "He was always good at fighting, there's a chance we might see him on the battlefield. Do you plan to fight?" It was for their people and yet the idea that her brother might face death was a terrifying thought. "Thank you for getting him out."

"I wouldn't say wonder is really the right word for it." He looked at Lia now, the bustle of the forest around them somewhat quieting. She'd come back to them, and Logon was sure that Zahrya wouldn't let another Spring eladrin leave so easily. "He must be. But he wouldn't remember us. In one life, that was our father. In another, I think it's better to remember him as he was. Our other father still remains at his home. Had I not dragged him out, I feel like he would've simply waited in the Otherworld as the drow queen took over."

[sangfielle]

i don't want to go to work in an hour and some change i want to play video game. :(

[browniefox]

i forgor my ao3 logon so I can’t comment right this second but I just wanted to say your pines paradox fic makes my heart hurt in the best way. Dipper and Ford interaction while Dipper knows he’s the author and Ford has no idea who he is is such a fun dynamic and also I love how much Stan already cares about him. He may feel like a bad person because he’s been told that but Stanley pines they could never make me hate you!!!! I wish Stan and Ford could make up w/o exploding the future ;_;

I'm glad you're liking it so far :D

The fic just has so many fun characters to match up and interact with each other! This next chapter I'm planning to finally have a real Ford and Stan conversation, which is going to go about as well as you'd think it will.

What I'm really loving is having parallels between Dipper and Mabel (not too many tho I don't want it to get annoying), as well between Stan in the past and present. He may be a little rougher around the edges in the past in some ways, but at the end of the day he's got a soft spot for those kid <3

[bauliya]

controversial but hot showers when it’s uk-level cold does actually make u feel more cold in the end (water loses hear quickly— step out of the shower and ur immediately cold again unless u blast heaters) and using an immersion heater is like £120 per bath (we used to have one. saw bills. now do not) and in the winter gas prices can shoot up to £170 per person if you’re heating water for a shower every day. like i shower everyday but my parents pay my bills and i Do See why some uk logon don’t

how in the fuck does it cost that much to just heat water for a shower???? do you not use electric water heaters.

[foster-the-world]

WFH

Still sitting around at work. Apparently waiting on some logon before I can start doing assessments. Boring but I get my at home logistic stuff. Today I sent a bday invite for Rebel's bday and finalized a grant submission for the school.

I sat in on a nurse union zoom. It seems work from home is not out of the question. Which would be such good news. It would be two days a week. At least two other days I would be doing assessments in the field. One day a week in the office is not a big deal.

Baby boy was super tired tonight. He passed out while I was reading bedtime stories. I love when that happens. I rarely get to hold him anymore - so its such a joy.

Talked with the special ed consultant. Every time it stresses me out - so I'm not sure why I do it. I guess I forgot as its been a long time. She thinks we need to take him to several schools and they can tell us if he qualifies for their program. I expressed my skepticism about continuing to take him to one hour assessments. I don't think children can really be understood in an hour and he's no exception. He has done five separate 1 hour evaluations - which required trekking all over the city. So more of those don't appeal. Will do the one at the school near us and see how it goes. Blah. Blah. Blah. I want them to call us and say they've found a SEIT so I can stop spending time trying to get services. He's already owed over 100 hours of SEIT services alone.

My head actually doesn't feel itchy for the first time in a while. Its such a relief. I took an allegra and tried a more medicated shampoo. I'm not sure which one is doing the job but really hope it continues.

I miss my girls. I'm still enjoying the only child parenting but want to see their sweet faces. Every time they call it sounds like they are having the time of their lives. My MIL fell down again. No real injuries but it must be scary for everyone. Poor lady. I know I bitch about her but she honestly is an extremely kind person. Next level kind. Literally NEVER says a mean thing about anyone. She is going to start using a cane. They want her to go to an OT. I'm not exactly sure that will fix the issue. I worry this will be the last year she can do three months in California visiting her daughter. My FIL and her are NEVER apart. In eight years with my husband I've seen them not together maybe 4-5 times. I cannot imagine one without the other. Hurts my heart to even think about it. Send them good vibes. They deserve only good things.

[milfzatannaz]

the whiplash I get bc I go to college n talk to other creoles. this one guy during class is probably my cousin and after our discussion abt white privilege in the legal system he went “I just got out-creoled by a white person” then I logon to tumblr.com and ppl speak of south louisiana like it’s a mystical far off land of debauchery and hot vampires. um actually it’s where i go to school and argue with ppl abt the color of my family’s gumbo roux

[heruntoldfeelingss]

Humans are complex beings. It takes a lot to understand with what someone's heart is made up of and what all it took them to be, who they are today. It takes a lot of patience to read someone piece by piece, to look at their scars , the unhealed wounds and still adore them as if they're a piece of art. That urge to dive deeper in their soul to know them better, to love every inch of their existence- to love someone so much that you look at them in a room full of people and your eyes refuse to look elsewhere. It's all complicated but for that one person your heart would be ready to count stars if needed- now you'd tell me , it's not really that deep- maybe. But to me, if it's love , it should be head over heels, not half-hearted, not for the sake of it - love where you're so invested in them that the world could see it without you mentioning anything about them but in your eyes and in your speech and everytime you take their name.

Insaan bohot hi pechida makhlook hai. Kisi ka dil kis tarah bana hai ye samjhna aur vo kin cheezon se guzar k aise baney hain jaise wo aaj hain ye samajhna asaan nahin. Bohot hi sabr ki baat hai kisi ko harf ba harf padhna, unke zakhmon ko dekhna jo puri tarah se bharey naa ho aur fir bhi unhein aise dekhna jaise vo nayaab ho. Unko jaan ne ki tadap, unke wajood k har hisse se mohabbat karna- kisi se itni mohabbat karna k logon se bharey kamre mei tumhari aankhein unpe se hattne ko raazi naa ho. Kaafi uljhi huei hai saari baatein ye lekin uss ek insaan ki khaatir aap taare ginne tak raazi hojaao. Ab aap kahenge, itni bhi koi gehri nahi hoti ye baatein, shayad. Lekin mere liye toh mohabbat ho toh aisi ho k koi hadd naa ho, aadhe dil se naa ho, srif kehne k liye naa ho - Mohabbat jahan aap unmei itne miley hue ho k duniya unko aap k bina kuch kahey hi, aapki aankhon mei aur aapki baaton mei aapki mohabbat ko dekhle.

[springlia]

who: @xlogonx​

She sought out her little brother because her head and heart wouldn’t quiet until she had done so. Worry held her fast as the death toll had risen even further in Rome and she was devasted by the attack on the halfblood house -- the future had never held safe promises for her descendants and the attack only furthered that point. She brings two coffees in hand, she has been a part of the mortal realm for a long time and is one of them. The otherworld stopped being her home long ago when they had exiled her for finding love. She offers one cup to Logon. “I’m sorry I’ve been away, I’ve missed you. What do you make of all that is happening?”

[hanyrr]

When I was young I thought it was polite manner to take your plate to the sink when visiting another person's house but ab smajh aaya why that aunty insited on taking the plate to the point of snatching it from your hands,

....kunki ke kisi bhi number k bahar k logon ko host kene k bad kitchen m jo toofan bnta h vo kisi k bhi samne sajjan sabhya sanskari si image ki dhajjiyan uda skta h

[lunarsights]

I swear everytime that I logon to tumblr someones requesting ateez sans ideal type or fs reading. 😂 I think every tarot blog I came across has more or less said similar things about sans "type" because im certain he doesnt have a specific type because he would rather look at a person on the inside or he is too gullible or naive to see the bad in someone for their looks.

he's popular for sure 😭

him not having a concrete type def still seems to be the thing, but i've said before that's not entirely surprising just because he (and other ateez members) is young and traveling the world interacting with a ton of different people, so it's inevitable that even if he did maybe have type before that it changes or becomes less important as time goes on

[arcane-ersana]

I lied that;

اب کوئی آئے چلا جائے میں خوش رہتا ہوں

اب کسی شخص کی عادت نہیں ہوتی مجھ کو

Ab koi aaye chala jaaye main Khush rehta hun

Ab kisi shakhs ki aadat nahi hoti mujh ko

Now someone comes and goes, I am happy, now I am not used to any person

but in reality;

میں اس لیے بھی لوگوں سے فاصلے پہ رہتا ہوں

بن جائے عادت تو چھوڑ دیا جاتا ہوں

Main is liye bhi logon se faasle pe rehta hun

Ban jaayein aadat to chhod diya jata hun

That's why I stay away from people,

If it's become a habit, I am left behind

[senatushq]

"You are wrong. The Gods abandoned you a long time ago. There's no way you can win." - Fenrir

The Six were back. At least, that’s what some people thought. Aegnor caught a glimpse of Titania in her prime, cheering amidst the crowd as vines of shadow wrapped around a competitor and strung them upside down. Rhiannon heard Ezekiel’s voice whooping from the stands as her blade of mage’s bane cut through a witch’s spell. Hakan caught a glimpse of his progeny and Rowan asked his flavor of the week what they wanted to drink and heard Gabriel’s voice: “Liquid courage,” when Rowan turned towards it, he saw Gabriel's face, but once he blinked, the dhampir was gone.

Lucas was feeding some stray cats as he prayed to the Gods for good fortune in the fights to come. Muttering under his breath, Marisol asked if he was talking to himself again, but when he looked up he only caught a glimpse of her smile before the reaper was gone. Uriel was waiting for Logon to come back with something warm when Adatiel sat down beside him; she asked, “Who’s up next?” But when Uriel turned to look at his sister Death, no one was there but Logon approaching with mulled wine. Sat alone in the beer tent, Efigenia enjoyed a quiet glass of red alone; naturally, she’d conjured it from home because she would not be drinking the lycan swill or the milkbone-enriched variant from Old Frascati. Her glass, nearly empty, a hand moved and refilled it for her. Efigenia noted signature cufflinks and the suit that went along with them. She didn’t look, but when she mumbled her gratitude, she heard Kaan’s voice. “You’re welcome.” 

Echoes. Memories of the departed lingered about the event. The Six were gone but refused to be forgotten. Family, friends, and strangers alike caught glimpses of them over the days; they heard their voices, felt their hands at the back, or felt the warmth of their presence, but only for a moment.

ooc info:

Everyone with connections to The Six (and those without) would have at least caught a glimpse of them at some point; we love pain.

Post on the 23rd will tie off the smaller events from Day 3

Post on the evening of the 24th will announce the finalists in the Alpha Gauntlet

Post on the morning of the 25th will announce the next Alpha of Lupercal.

See below the winners of the All-Fighter Tournament, The Singles Gauntlet, and the First Round of the Alpha Tournament.

Open Lycan Gauntlet

*Bragging rights and Free Drinks for 1 year at All Fours

Jovial, fun, and good-natured fun among lycans. The gauntlet opened exclusively to lycans, and saw them balance on wooden beams hammered into the ground. This was Alek's idea because he thought it'd be funny if someone fell and cracked their head; he also forgot that he'd signed up for the fight.

Napoleon tackled Carmine early on, and the two fell, making out when they hit the ground. Connor claimed to have better balance than Anders, but with one sharp shove, down he went. Regina and Flora seemed to be the only two people taking it seriously until Tripp threw a stick, and Regina lost her balance when she had to duck it. Lucas's shoes came untied, and Damian was still weak in the knees from the events surrounding Lupercalia. Lain was still recovering from the day before and ended up keeling over as soon as the gauntlet began.

One by one, they fell like dominoes until only Flora was left standing.

Alpha Gauntlet (Round 1)

Enriched by the emissaries' powers and the Lupo pack's joint ambitions, those competing for Alpha were compelled to put their all into it. Violent, brutal, and relentless, the person who would ultimately win the Alpha Tournament would be someone destined and deserving for the position chosen by the Fates themselves.

All eyes were on Lain to see if he would pull something out like he had in the preliminary round, instead he got the shit kicked out of him by Serkan. As slicked up as Kayce was in olive oil, he was no match for Adamo who seemed suspiciously good at wrangling greased-up men. The unexpected arrival of Anders from the Tana Pack made him an instant crowd favourite, while some people didn't understand what they saw in those vacant eyes it wasn't his face that they were looking at. After beating Flora he quickly lost the crowd's favour.

Eric was ready to give Alpha the old college try but was dragged up and down the ring before they were tossed into the stands. Davhy had something to prove, Sehanine's chosen lythari, first blessed in an age; he dedicated the fight to Moonbow and while the crowd grumbled and rolled their eyes they looked on with some amazement as the lythari transformed and then beat the shit out of The Noble.

Remus wasn't a lycan unless he wanted to be, people didn't really know what would happen if he won Alpha but it didn't seem fair. He transformed into a dragon, tossed Nidhogg a wink, and then flung The Rancor comically far. Max thought that he'd have it easy fighting Aurea, but he was wrong, and the fight was over before he even had a chance to shift - his arm broken as a clear reminder. Jerry (an omega who'd been kicked out of his pack for being weird) fought Nash and it didn't really go well; the draegloth transformed, tore the lycan in two with his four arms, ate his heart, and then pissed on the body in front of everyone. Nash whistled as he did before he shook a leg and walked off. Smell ya later.

All Fighter Gauntlet

*winner receives bragging rights and free waffles for 1 year at the Waffle House

Once again, Remus strode into the arena, ready to lay waste to yet another competition. The fighters that had stepped forward were all some of the strongest and the best of the best. The fairgrounds could not contain the altercation that spilled forward as any laws that might have bound the fighters outside of Lupercalia held no bearing now. Lycans battled against dragons and fought against archfiends, demigods, aspects, fallen aasimar, and drow alike. Sorcerers were embedded and enriched with magic, fortified by changelings, and outside forces. There were no restrictions; the last person still standing would be declared the victor.

Remus was a seasoned veteran of one of the most significant wars the mortal realm had ever seen, an heir of Mars reborn through Abyssal magic. Horus, the son of Lathander the Morninglord, the greatest warrior of the Seldarine, and a force that had not been seen for thousands of years. In the end, they were the only two left standing; Remus prepared himself to copy the other's power to add Horus's ability to the aspect's long list of abilities he had gathered today. Fenrir. Sathanas. Morgana. Nidhogg. Abaddon. The list went on and on.

Horus's wings spread wide as authority manifested over the God, and Remus burned. Scorched through by divine fire and incapacitated as the crowd roared Horus's name.

Gladiator Tournament (Singles)

*All inclusive spa package for one at the local bathhouse, complete with a happy ending

Disaster. Absolute disaster. The tournament was meant to be contained exclusively to the fairgrounds, however, things quickly got out of hand. Akephaloi, aeternae, demogorgons, eidolons, hellhounds, kelpies, golems, stymphalian, and wyverns ran wild went they broke out of their enclosures. As it turned out, the lycans of Lupercalia knew absolutely nothing about the storage and care of supernatural creatures.

Fair was fair though, so only those competing in the singles tournament were allowed to hunt down the creatures and either slay them or incapacitate them. New rules were hastily rewritten so the person with the most kills or captures would win.

For an hour, chaos ran wild as the hunters went to work; in the end, there was a tie between Nidhogg, Sathanas, and Octavian; a three-way fight was held, and with his flames, the archdruid stood as the victor.

[gyokujyn]

Get To Know Me Tag Game

Tagged by @blackwood4stucky - Aspen, thank you for the tag, but I am breaking all the rules and changing most of the some questions to really get to know me (and hopefully you)! Pretend I tagged you at the bottom, too, cause it won't let me tag you twice!

1. How did you get your nickname (or url)?

I don't really have a nickname, but my url is the first long term OC I used to RP back in the day. I see a lot of hate for RPing OCs these days, but when the internet still screamed at you before you could logon, almost everyone RPed OCs--in fact it was looked down on to RP an existing character or an OC that was related to an existing character. Gyoku Jynnae was a Star Trek OC, but I also RPed Star Wars, D&D, and a few others in AOL chat rooms, forums/message boards, and email. I keep the name in case I ever run into anyone from that time in my life because some of those people helped keep me alive and I'll never forget it.

2. What's the last thing that made you cry?

Therapy yesterday. I'm trying to be less allergic to feelings. Go me.

3. What's your latest guilty pleasure?

I generally don't feel guilty about the things that bring me pleasure, lol, but I'm a little embarrassed that I realized my Stucky playlist on Spotify has long since exceeded 200 songs (sitting pretty close to 230 rn) so I created, I shit you not, a spreadsheet to help me most effectively split it into more specific lists for various timeframes or feelings and I am really enjoying listening to all the songs and organizing it.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I never did organized sports, but I did regularly get dropped in the wilderness with a map and a compass for "fun" when I was in high school--does that count?

5. What are your pet peeves?

I hate the sound of chewing/lip smacking/swallowing. I probably have misophonia because it makes me want to vault the table and punch someone.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Hair and hands, usually. Eye contact is not my forte, so I am way more likely to remember someone by their shoes or something than by their face.

7. What is your eye color?

Hazel. I have a ring of brown around my pupil, then a ring of green outside of that like some kind of ridiculous YA novel.

8. What super specific trope or genre is your kryptonite?

Not sure how super specific this is, but I love psychological horror and body horror. I love the kinds of stories and movies where I walk away thinking I'm moving on with my life and then days later, something happens and my heart is pounding and I'm thinking about it again. I love horror that lives under your skin and in the back of your mind until it grips you out of nowhere.

9. What is your superpower?

I am very observant of details, which might be a superpower, but it usually feels like my villain origin story. It makes me good at reading people, but terrible at finishing projects because all I see are the faults and I get overwhelmed and it never gets finished.

10. Which fictional world would you be happy to call home?

You remember that late-aughts Bruce Willis movie where everyone plugs into an interface that lets them leave their bodies at home and navigate the world in an idealized, customizable body with no pain? Yeah, me, neither. I don't think about being able to have a pain-free body that reflects my personal image of myself everyday. Not at all.

11. What are your hobbies?

Reading, creating art, and video games. Between kids and COVID, my other hobby, tabletop RPG, is on a long term hiatus.

12. Do you have any pets?

We've recently lost a dog and a cat, so we're down to 1 cat and about 27,000 fish (not really, but we do have 8 running fish tanks, 3 of which are each over 50 gallons, so, like, there's a lot of fish).

13. What is your biggest toxic trait?

Oh, man, when I am in a relationship with someone, I want to be the center of their fucking universe. Which is weird because I am not monogamous and I am my wife's number one wing man, but it's not about jealousy. I want to know that I can trust my partner to have my back. That they're thinking about me. That they want me. I want to be wanted desperately. I will and have broken up with partners who weren't bad people or a bad match for me, they just weren't as mad about me as I wanted them to be. I feel like a narcissist typing this out, but it's the truth.

14. Is there anything you're afraid you won't accomplish?

I don't know that this is really an accomplishment, but I always wanted to have lots of kids and I always wanted to foster and adopt some of my kids. I knew kids growing up that needed safe homes and never got them (I probably was one, but I was afraid to get into the system, so I just kept my head down and dealt with it) and I always wanted to be the safe place I never had. But, it's expensive. Not the kids--I know kids are expensive (I already have 2). I don't understand why fostering and adopting is so expensive.

15. What's number one on your bucket list?

I want to go back to school to become a teacher, but I'm really finding it daunting right now.

Tags: I'm just tagging a dozen recentish mutuals that I don't know so well, yet... no pressure, but I'd love to get to know you better! @winterscrump @basnatural @eloquentreverie @vellicore @milarca @the-kestrels-feather @iceandironbars @sarahowritesostucky @natashadied4oursins @thepiper0fhameln @hypnxrchy @shurisbedroom If I didn't tag you, but you want to play, please feel free to jump in and tag me anyway!

[temultlaudna]

Hi :) I hope you're doing well! (I am the person with the reverse-soulmate Jenny x Vastra prompt)

I am coming to your ask box with a little update:

I have written ~8k for your prompt now and am pretty happy with the result. All the plot is in there, I might only add/delete a phrase here or there. I still need to reread it and edit out some mistakes/words I didn't know in English and put placeholders for.

But, well, most of it is done! :D So I will probably upload it during the next days, possibly already tonight (although that is unlikely; unsually, I prefer a day or two to pass and to read it with a fresh mind).

I will put it on ao3 and probably answer your ask with the link if that works for you? Do you have an ao3 account? Then I could gift the fic to you, if you like?

Have a nice day and thank you very much for inspiring this, I had a blast writing today :)

Hello! I have been patiently awaiting this fic!!

I do have an AO3: @/laudnatemulted

Thank you for reaching out (also sorry for the slow response, i have to manually logon to tumblr everytime i get on so i view it like maybe once a day lol)

I CANNOT WAIT TO READ THIS FIC

[trixcuomo]

Dwarves are forever

Nicholas: *walks in somberly, sits in an empty chair and faces the camera* Aye.

Nicholas: ...

Nicholas: I'm Nicholas Ironheart. And I'm a dwarf.

Nicholas: *turns toward camera 2* You may think that with all the snow and the holidays coming on, it might be fun to roll a new dwarf character in World of Warcraft. Running with your axe in-hand, chasing white winter bears and hunting troggs through Dun Morough. Mighty Ironforge decked out in boughs of holly, towerin' in the background. Aye...

Nicholas: *points back at camera 1* But do you know that ten out of ten dwarves rolled this time of year never make it past the starting zone? Many never make it past level seven. Even fewer dwarves rolled during the holiday season receive enough screentime and attention to make it through to level twenty.

Nicholas: I'm here to tell you, don't. Don't logon to Warcraft, go to a new, clean server, and make a new dwarf rogue, or shaman, priest or paladin. Don't make a warrior or a warlock. *points hard* And for crap's sake, don't make another hunter! You don't need like, five hunters who all have the same weapons, and do the same damn thing, just with different mogs and pets. *grumbles*

Nicholas: *presses his hands together* Please, this holiday season, I am begging you. A dwarf is for more than just Winter's Veil.

Nicholas: *leans in, nods* I understand where you're comin' from, friend. Truly, I do. Who doesn't love Diggy Diggy Hole, or want to enjoy a pipe 'n gripe about snooty elves with Gimli! Who isn't a massive fan of Heilung?? Who doesn't love these guns?! *flexes while holding his rifle, too*

Nicholas: But so many of my kin suffer alone on the login screen, unplayed for months. We can't let them suffer in silence. We can't have them roaming the footpaths of Anvilmar forever, level 1 axe in-hand, freezing and alone.

Nicholas: But if you must make a holiday dwarf, then fine. Follow these three tips to do so responsibly...

Nicholas: No great big, white beard that reminds you of a jacked Greatfather Winter. Cause that'll cool off, fast! And second, roll your dwarf on a server with your other main characters. Make regular gold donations to their meaningful development. And let them enjoy a profession or two, not just farm ore, herbs, or skin. Let them craft something for themselves, their pride. It wouldn't kill you. *jams his meaty dwarf finger into camera 3* But a deprived life could crush them!

Nicholas: Last thing. If I see one more dwarf roleplayer saying they are the long-lost brother to Magni Bronzebeard and secret heir to the High Seat... I will come for you personally and kick your ass. From all the way down here. D'ya hear me?? Aye!!

Nicholas: And I've already counted how many sons Nessingwary has, so don't go there! An angry, neglected daughter, though? Well, okay. I'd love to see that. The Moira of the big game hunting world. What a fiery, beardy lass that'd be!

Nicholas: *punches hand in fist* Now get in there, and don't make a dwarf!! Or at least dwarf responsibly!

Nicholas: Oh, and uh-- could ya gimme a toss? I gotta get over to the next commercial slot. *camera shakes, then he flies off the screen* Ayeeeeeeee!

Happy Holidays