#tags tba am tired

[coridallasmultipass]

[ Nikke spoilers for mid September 2024 update mini story / my comments on it. ]

Closeted trans dudes dressing up at the family function like:

It's such a familiar scene, for family to see you dressing up out of obligation and then being like, 'Oh, NOW you're so beautiful, you should do this more often.' And internally, your body is screaming that it feels so wrong, why did you perform your perceived gender for this event! Or like, for me personally too, the whole missing the vibe of the event and dressing up way more than anyone else, and then feeling so out of place. I've joked before about Red Hood having older brother vibes, maybe she has trans vibes for me too now, lol.

Also, strange that Liliweiss is saying 'for the future' to Red Hood. Who, y'know, is basically terminally ill (corrupted). Red Hood doesn't 'have' a future, she just has the present and past. At this point in this mini-story thing (I'm assuming it takes place around the time of the Red Ash event), is Liliweiss aware of the plans to integrate Red Hood into Rapi, and therefore 'have' a future? Or am I just reading into this way too much? Lol. Just sounded like a really weird and inconsiderate thing to say to her.

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That aside, why the fuck did y'all vote the dress over the other two Red Hood skins?! I'm so disappointed, the other two were way cooler and not out of character:

((I mean, I guess it's technically in-character since it's canon now, and has to do with 'old music' but c'mon, man...))

Image description below cut:

First image: Red Hood from Nikke: Goddess of Victory is in a strappy and revealing dress. It's the same colour as her hair. She's embarrassed and standing next to a gramophone, while holding a champagne glass. She is also wearing fingerless half-palm leather gloves. Text: Red Hood: Oh jeez, I can't do this! I just can't!

Next two images: Text: Dialogue:

Commander: You did well in that outfit.

Red Hood: Anything was better than staying at that party, even fighting raptures. I've never been so glad to have a bunch of them show up.

Rapunzel: Your dress is all dirty, though. And the hem is all torn...

Red Hood: Who cares? It's not like I'm going to be wearing this ever again.

Liliweiss: Why not? I thought you'd be keeping it for the future.

Red Hood: No thanks. Not a chance.

Snow White: That's too bad. At least I finally got to see you all dressed up. Can I at least take a picture for posterity?

Red Hood: Absolutely not. I don't want to leave any evidence of this humiliating sight.

Last three images are the Red Hood skins/appearances that we voted on. First image is the feminine dress with the gramophone mentioned before, which won the poll. Second image is Red Hood on a motorcycle with a leather jacket, crop top, mini shorts, and thigh highs. Third image is Red Hood standing next to a wolf, and she is wearing form-fitted high-rise pants, a strappy harness bra-top and collar, and a cropped blazer.

[mementofloreo-archived]

@slayersaided sent a prompt in for zenitsu!

No.

Zenitsu wants to scream it at the top of his lungs. No, of course not, no I’m not okay, no I’m not sure.

He wants so badly to be that coward right now. To throw a tantrum and freak out the way he normally would. But even he, hopeless as he is, can push through sometimes. Muffle that urge to run away, whine, let someone else take care of the problem.

He needs to do that now. He has to. Push through the pain. Forget everything other than the next step, next breath, next swing of your sword.

Zenitsu stands. Somehow, despite the way his wounded knee screams at him putting weight on it. But it’s been cleaned and bandaged and that’s enough for now.

He’s scared, he’s terrified, and he doesn’t want to die. But there are scarier things in the world than just what could happen to him. Tanjiro, Inosuke, Nezuko- any of his friends dying out there right now, fighting so hard, but not coming home because he was too weak to back them up...that’s more terrifying than any pain or any demon.

Finally, he answers the kakushi.

“Yeah,” it’s gritted out, “...I’m okay.” Okay enough.

“Thanks for patching me up.” He takes a stilting step forward. “I gotta go.”

[amourcheol]

paris (teaser)

❝You and Jeonghan, jazz-filled corners, hidden history, and the city of love.❞

historical! au | exes to lovers! au | angst, fluff, smut | approx. 45k words (teaser wc. 1.4k words)

s u m m a r y : disgraced by hollywood for the last time, you, a once superstar-turned-alcoholic, escape to the city of love to seek sanctuary from the ruthless tabloids. your sanctuary comes in the form of film noir superstar yoon jeonghan, the enigmatic man who taught you the art of acting, lust and love before your fame. when he asks to meet you once, just like old times, you cannot refuse. what is meant to be a simple date turns into a path of passion, pain and everything that comes with fooling around with your ex in the jazz-filled corners of paris.

c o n t e n t s : actor! mc, actor! jeonghan, mc is incredibly bitter and makes bad decisions, agent! seungkwan who is tired of fixing them, jeonghan is the suavest, sultriest mf, mentions of parisian landmarks in this fic, also a bit of french peppered throughout, greek mythology art references, tons of fluff which is also layered with angst, this will be very hurt-comfort, hella ansgty but will have a happy ending mature warnings -> alcohol consumption and abuse, smoking, this is basically sexual tension with plot, slightly drunk making out, oral sex (f. receiving) unprotected sex (refer point to bad decisions), very soft angsty sex, body worshipping, petnames (chérie, mon ange, darling, angel), overall emotional rollercoaster, more tba!

p l a y l i s t : here!

t a g l i s t : @hyuckworld​ @sysymei @alaypsy23 @belladaises @jjeongddol @sparklyshuji @forcoups @ilovesungjun @wonwoo24 @scandal-in-bohemia @hopefulchick @superbbananananana @onedumbho3 @fragmentof-indifference @cuntycheol @rubywonu @if-i-like-i-reblog @yoonzinoooo @jungwoos-luvr @crookedwolfruins @leclercloverbot​ @alexai (let me know if y’all want to be tagged!)

a u t h o r ’ s  n o t e : after three years ... four rewritings later... she may finally see the light ... i am releasing the teaser now but will post the fic when i’m back from holiday! i hope you all enjoy the lil extract <3

read this fic here!

SHIT. YOU COULD NOT DO THIS TODAY.

Suddenly, you wished he was a mere figment of your imagination, because then he would not have to see you in your drunken, disordered state, looking for art that was not there, looking for the past in the present.

But then he began to move.

This very real presence walked closer to you, and you felt your entire body constricting, because Yoon Jeonghan was in front of you, the greatest star in the world was approaching you, the man of your distant memories was coming too close.

“Wait,” he then said, and your throat was closing up, you were blinking rapidly, chest growing heavy, and you needed him to get away. He came closer, and you knew then and there you were going to die on the cold floor of the Louvre, marble eyes on you—

And then your own gaze was glistening, and when he noticed it became harder to contain yourself. “_____, are you all right?”

“Yes!” you got out, but then you proved yourself wrong when a few tears slipped out, staining your cheeks.

The man wasted no time, closing the last space between the two of you as he reached out. Instantly, you repelled from his touch, almost flinching from his surprise. “No!” you rasped out, bringing out your own hands to create distance, taking a step back. “No, you don’t need to do that…I’m fine.” 

You breathed sharply through your nose. “I am fine.”

Hastily you turned to the empty space where he last was, before you followed him like a madwoman around the hall. He watched you, your back almost to him. “What…what are you…” you paused, trying to normalise your shaking voice. “What are you doing here?”

You could feel his inquisitive stare upon you. “I could ask you the same thing.”

That question was not being answered. “I asked you first.”

Because you could not see him, you were not aware of his reaction. Still, it was enough for him to answer, “Well, in the Louvre, or in Paris?”

You gritted your teeth at that. “I think everyone knows why you’re in Paris at the moment.”

“Do they, now?”

You could not help it.

Casting a momentary glance at him, you were taken aback to find his gaze upon you. “Are you aware, at least?” he asked you.

Despite his simple questions, your impending headache, you had to clamp down on your remarks. “Of course I’m aware,” you muttered. “The papers are all over the press tours you’ve been doing.”

A perfectly groomed brow arched at your comment. “I’m surprised you follow the papers at the moment.” 

You knew exactly what he meant. “One must keep check of the stories they gossip about,” you only said, focusing back on the empty space. “Those journalists cannot be trusted.”

“Hmm…” you heard shuffling amongst his clothes—no doubt crossing his arms. “I have read the stories.”

A scoff. “I suppose you believe them, don’t you?”

He noted the cruelty in your response. The actor did not take it to heart.

“I have always believed in the stories you told me, chérie.”

This time, curiosity controlled your movement.

Curiosity had you turning back, forcing you to observe his expression, catch his lie. 

But you found no deception.

No, there was only sincerity—pure as the moonlight shining on the two of you.

Chérie.

The last time someone had called you such a sweet name was too long ago.

How ironic, that it was the same man beside you who had bestowed you this very endearment.

A shuddered breath left you. 

You could not do this now.

You were going to say as much when Jeonghan interrupted you.

“Were you looking for something in here?”

Your furrowed brows had him humming. “I thought as much.” Gently, he jerked his head beyond your figure. “Strangely enough, I was looking for it as well.”

Confused, you glanced back at the empty space, where that certain, mysterious sculpture was supposed to be. “That is why I came to the Louvre,” you heard him say.

There was still suspicion laced in your features. “How do you know that we are thinking of the same piece?”

That ghost of a smile crept up again. “You act as if you don’t remember.”

Your sigh was a little sheepish. “I do,” you said, reminiscing on the memories. “But the name…”

No matter how hard you endeavoured, your memory of the sculpture was too hazy for your half-drunk mind. 

You searched him for an answer. “I’m sure you have not forgotten.”

“No…I have not.”

You waited. His silence had you insisting, “Well?”

When you saw a slight glimmer in his whimsical gaze, you knew that he had something else in mind. The implications had you biting your lower lip, anxiety blooming.

The nerves grew when Jeonghan spoke.

“I will tell you if you see me tomorrow.”

You blinked back.

“There’s an exhibition opening here tomorrow afternoon,” he continued, taking a step towards you, careful not to startle you again. “It’s centred on the sculpture we both wanted to see, but it’s been moved to another hall.”

He confused you a great amount. “How do you know that?”

His stare went beyond you, to the wall. “It says on the plaque.”

Sure enough—when you looked back, there was the notice. Because your French was adequate at best, you did not understand it fully. You simply had to trust his linguistic abilities.

That you could do—you were aware of Jeonghan’s fluency in the language of love. 

He cocked his head, a few strays cascading the side of his face. “You and I could see it there.”

The offer had shaken you. “Why?”

“Why?”

You knitted your brows suspiciously. “Why do you want to go with me?”

The film noir star watched you then, you shuffling uncomfortably under his scrutiny. God, you forgot how intense his eyes were—in fairness, you had not been the subject of his stares for a few years. 

He locked his gloved hands behind his back. “Because you need a break, _____. From everything.”

He offered you a smile. “Let me be the one to give you that. If only for the day.”

You could have crumbled before him.

It was at this stage you cursed yourself for being in such a state. Perhaps if you were sober, you would have carried on this conversation in a more respectable manner, taken more caution.

It was incredibly difficult, composing yourself around the man.

“I can’t…” you inhaled sharply, trying to form the words. “I cannot do midday…too many people, you know…staring, judging…”

“Ah.” He nodded, parting his mouth in thought. “Then tomorrow night?”

Stretching your mouth, unsure, he assured, “They will not follow you here at this hour.”

“How are you so sure of that?”

This time, he sighed, surprised at your anxiousness. “I see you’ve not changed, then.”

You narrowed your gaze. “What is that supposed to mean?”

But the actor did not seem like he was going to elaborate. 

He instead took another step towards you, a mere two feet left. 

“Do you trust me?”

You tilted your head back. 

What kind of question was that?

Do you trust me?

You did not trust anyone. Not after this whole debacle back home, when almost all your friends within the industry had contributed to your downfall. Hollywood was filled with traitors, the worst being the people who haunted the journey of your disgrace at every moment.

It was impossible to place any ounce of faith in another.

As you watched his eyes settle on you, you noticed an emotion you had not witnessed in forever.

Tenderness.

Tenderness with no ulterior motive—gentle acceptance, as if he recognised your position. As if he recognised your change, the apprehensive nature of your questions, your pauses. It physically hurt being stained with such compassion, when you had been begging for it from the world all those weeks ago.

It hurt, having someone who understood you.

You, however, should not have been surprised.

Yoon Jeonghan had always been like this. Especially when you both were together.

You could have smiled. 

What a time that was.

As if he could read your mind, the film noir star began, “You remember, don’t you? That I’ve never let you down?”

You decided to let yourself slip—you could always blame it on the alcohol. 

“What time do you want me here tomorrow?”

[bygone-visionary]

Hello, hello!

Just as I stated earlier, my name is Alzis Myers. I am a historian and an archaeologist, although I have not been able to do proper field work in some time. I primarily study Pokemon that were created by ancient civilizations, though that is far from the only thing I have worked on. (:

I am not a Pokemon trainer, but I do own two Pokemon.

Delphi, my Absol. She's simply a wonderful companion, and quite skilled at easing my anxieties... as well as being an ideal Pokemon to have around while I am working, for many reasons. She's wonderful, truly wonderful.

And... Atlas, my Sigilyph. The main inspiration behind my primary field of research. I caught it back during my first experiences with field work, back in university... Incredibly, incredibly odd.

It's much larger than the average Sigilyph, with a unique color variant, as well. It's been over half a decade since I caught it, and yet my knowledge on it is lacking... I suppose that is just how Sigilyph are by nature. Always so elusive and cryptic.

Other social media websites feel overwhelming and at times, hostile, in my experience, and frankly a pain to use, but I am hoping that I will be pleasantly surprised here. (I have also stumbled across a few rumors pertaining to this website, and I am very, very intrigued...)

That aside, however, I do hope at the very least, I can spread knowledge and interest in our history. I promise you all, it's worth learning a thing or two! (:

// ooc under the cut!

Hello! You mayyy recognize this guy if you've been following my stuff for a while. This is a hard reboot of his original blog (Extrasensory-absol or something I can't remember </3.) Almost none of the information from that blog is canon now! I fumbled so hard with that blog, he deserves better

ill be real I'm tired so I'm just copy pasting from Paris' blog, hang on:

Hello! This is the OOC part of the introduction! I follow from @act11as, and ooc posts will be tagged as such, and will usually have the color green.

My rotomblr "hub" account is @battle-subway-aftershow!

Muse is an adult, mod is a minor. Don't be weird, or I'll screenshot your ask and make fun of you with my friends. Into the hall of shame with you.

(Weird: NSFW/Suggestive asks, fetish mining, etc. Do not fucking do these.)

Additionally: If your main is NSFW, please do not follow me. I will block you for my own comfort.

ALL TRIGGER WARNINGS WILL BE TAGGED AS "[word] tw"! This is to make it easier to blacklist things! if I ever miss something or you need me to tag something in specific, shoot me an ask or a dm! I'll try to remember.

Guidelines/Rules I guess?

*ALMOST ANY kind of Pokemon Irl blog can interact! Eeby deebies, sapient pokemon, evil teams, whatever! I cannot guarantee that Alzis will be nice to you, however.

*Self-Insert fallers, please do not interact. I personally cannot handle these kinds of blogs. Self-insert ocs are fine, but the idea of a real person on rotomblr being isekaid into Pokémon is not.

IN CHARACTER anon hate is perfectly fine! Pester this guy he sucksssss (very affectionate.) Don't go too far, etc. etc. be civil this is a pokemon roleplaying community

Extra:

Mystery Gifts are open and preferred! Go wild! Just remember the rules!

Pelipper Mail, un-mail, and Malice are always open! Feel free to torment this guy

Musharna mail, (sending dreams) and Musharna malice (sending nightmares) are always on! Once again feel free to torment this guy.

Magic anons are usually off, unless I specifically specify otherwise!

Organizational tags:

#[nickname] the [pokemon] - Most posts about Alzis' pokemon should be tagged like this.

[TBA]

And, here's his playlist! No youtube version yet (although I hate spotify), I'll be working on that :]

[melpomaen]

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Please look at the Rules and About before starting an rp.

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TBA: tags under constrction

Currently using: About Mel (Figwit specific headcanons), headcanons (not necessarily ones I incorporate), Tolkien Fanart, Tolkien Shitposting, Tolkien Fanfiction, aesthetic, RúMel (Rúmil/Mel), Glorestor (Glorfindel/Erestor) and character names.

#//ooc | out of cheesecake

#Mel Likes (tbr aesthetic tag)

#Tolkien Shitposting

#Figwitposting | crack

Ships

#RúMel | Rúmil/Melpomaen; Rúmil/Figwit

#Glorestor | Glorfindel/Erestor

#HaLindir | Haldir/Lindir

NOTES TO SELF: X #The Archives | references | works of art | music | history | my writing #Jewelry Box |  a dim ringing- as of small bells tinkling

TBA: verses

Assume everything is occurring in its own timeline.

In his main verse, Glorfindel and @oracleofimladris's Erestor are his foster parents and he eventually marries Rúmil of Lorien.

Notes

I rp Figwit not Lindir.

I've also switched to using Maenod in formal writing. Most people outside his family and those who know him well wouldn't call him Melpomaen or Mel.

I respond inconsistely and sometimes slow as hell. If I don't get to something it's not personal. I am simply tired and this is a hobby.

Feel free to tag me, send memes, message, plot, ect. And thanks for being here. 🌿

[fellowhood]

Hello traveler. Come sit. No matter how you came across this post. Welcome.

Why i am reaching out to you today is to clarify who i am and what this blog is about. But feel free to see this as a scrolling checkpoint, a clear sign for you to take a break from the internet 💗

Why i have created this blog is because i have, in my meager 25 years of life, seen how discourse and ideals divides and harms people who are hurting and who should be working together to fight against oppression and bigotry.

I know many people are sick of this as well but i haven't seen the terms i need to call out bad faith and harmful individuals or a call to acknowledge the harm that is caused as conscious actions that can be changed and bettered.

At best it is excused by "oh but i don't align with them" as if that removes the harm caused by the people who say they align with us.

I'm tired of hurting and i'm tired of witnessing people be hurt.

So i'm going to create what i need and lift up the voices of people who are already discussing this so we can have a centralised hub. Kinda like bikini armour battle damage was for videogame design and the hawkeye initiative was for drawn art. /pos (not tagging since i don't want to bother/ctx)

When seeing a post that i can verify will lead to unity, i will reblog it with this symbol drawn by the lovely @spirits-art

I understand and acknowledge how having a symbol and flags could create issues down the line if appropriated by people who are approaching humanity with bad faith or hamrful intentions but i'm also disabled and need a quick way to say the following (including but not limited to):

-i support this

-i feel this has value to add to people's lives and health and joy and whimsy

-i feel this is something that would've/has helped me in the past

-this made me smile/happy.

If i fuck up, feel free to let me know.

The movements i'm trying to create/coin are the capybaran and fellowhood/fellowship(not religious/ctx) ones.

But primarily i want people to stop harming each other and i think we can do so. You may not agree and that's fine but i'd rather fight a battle that i realise could never have been won to try to ensure no one has to carry the pain that i do, than not having fought for that reality at all.

I refuse to let others pay for a lesson that no one bothers to learn. /affectionate (hannah gasby paraphrased)

About modmin: Link

If after all this you feel you need to call a helpline, here: Link

Future plans/tba:

1. Post a few other terms we're coining

2. Move a few rants we've made over to this blog

3. Find and highlight and uplift voices arguing for healing, anti bigotry and unity

[shiyro]

@love-overdrive replied to your post: "Okay so im slowly reading sbr but..."

oh sorry,, like backstory/design/ what they’d be doing in the sbr universe

This is Shiloh Cash

Pronouns: He/They

Gender: DemiMan (AFAB)

Age: 24

DOB: Mar. 4th

Namesake: Johnny Cash

Horse Name: Styx

Stand: TBA (I need help w giving him a stand, tbh it anyone has old school rock songs they'd rec lmk)

So back story is:

Shiloh has joined the SBR to ensure he keeps his inheritance from his dead grandparents. Won't go into too much detail as I don't feel like tagging or censoring, but Shiloh's dad is an abusive POS. All he wants is to buy some land far away from his home and have a little farm of his own. He's the oldest of 5 siblings. He is from Texas, iirc Dallas, to be specific? Or at least the Dallas area.

I am still working on the details on meeting Johnny and Gyro. But I'm vibing with Gyro approaches Shiloh at a checkpoint bar. He sees Shiloh sitting all by himself, and Shiloh is what we would call a "pretty boy" in looks. So naturally, Gyro is drawn to him... though later, Gyro reveals he felt literally drawn to Shiloh. As if they were meant to meet each other. (Yes, ShiYro has the soulmates dynamic that plays in every AU)

Shiloh is a tsundere, and while yes, he too feels drawn to Gyro. He immediately blows him off. I suppose I could make it where Gyro vaguely invites Shiloh to join him and Johnny. That sounds like a possible thing he'd do.

Heading into now, Gyro hc territory: So this came from my friend, but Gyro writes home. He loves his family dearly. So when he meets Shiloh and starts doing this race with him and getting to spend time with him. He writes home about how much he loves and adores this man.

Anyways, gotta drop this factoid somewhere: Gyro knows Shiloh is AFAB not because of his "medical" background but because of him accidentally walking in on Shiloh mid shower/bath. He never treated Shiloh any different after learning this fact, nor did he ever tell anyone Shiloh's secret. This put Gyro on good terms with Shiloh. He knew he could definitely trust Gyro after that incident.

Later on, Gyro tells Shiloh why he's doing this race and Shiloh's reasoning for being in this race change. He chooses to actively help Gyro win first place. He wants to bring Marco to America so that they all can become a family. Shiloh agrees to adopt Marco with Gyro and that the three of them will live on a big lot of land and have a big happy family together after the race.

And that's all I got for now xD there's a Fantasy AU and Chainsaw Man AU for shiyro but I'm too tired to add any info about that

[gagsolineoilrefinery]

HELLO I am Sludge this is my toontown sideblog

I only play Clash as of right now but I do have interest in everything about those funny little animals and robots

More info tba I am very tired sleepy, tagging system and more under the cut

Writing down my rudementary tagging system here so I dont forget and also for convenience for nowsies

#sludgetalkz - Original textposts, just like all of my blogs

#recogs - Reblogs tag

#queuesoline post refinery - Queue tag for when I need it

#toons - posts with toons in them, duh

#cogs - catchall tag for regular lil employee cogs

#managers - catchall tag for ttcc managers

#bosses - catchall tag for the cogs bosses

I'll also tag for specific names where i can and also for whatever game the post is about (like which private server or if its about the og tto yknow)

And now obligatory list of my favoritest toons (all corporate clash, for now anyway)

Dr. Presto Razzledazzle - My first and highest laff toon and my favoritest little freak, periwinkle bat with red ears and grey legs and ingame is the owner of The Midnight Crew club

Onycraft - Toon based on my favorite oc ive ever made, long ass brown bat thats also in my club and is still in daffodil gardens

Peanut Brittle Jabbertail - Another one of my favorite lil freaks, a bright teal rabbit toon that I'm almost always multitooning with Presto and also in daffodil

Daring Dynamite Dizzydazzle - Not used as often but I wanna include regardless, dark grey beaver with white ears and legs, always wearing a helmet and goggles, also in the midnight crew, and is in barnacle boatyard iirc(?)

Stinky Slimywhirl - Another one I dont use as much but I still wanna add, neon pink beaver with neon green ears and arms and is in my friend's club Silly Goober Yoga, I forgot what playground she's in im ngl

Weird Pal Kangovik - My highest level alt right now yes his name is exactly what you're thinking it is, big ass blue kangaroo thats always wearing hypno glasses, also usually multitooned with Presto, and is also in Silly Goober Yoga

(I have... a LOT of other toons I could include and might later but yeas)

[drknowledge]

DRKNOWLEDGE' independent and highly selective Veritas Ratio from Honkai Starrail. canon divergent -    headcanon    based      / Game base mutually exclusive and highly triggered content . mun and muse are 29 + read guidelines before any interaction. written by Yang ( she / her )

Card tba! || About || Verses || Rules undercut for now.

muse does not = mun.   PLEASE keep that in mind. My muses can be assholes, doesn’t mean I am! 

I AM A MUTUALS ONLY BLOG. It just helps me keep track of everything and I do use a Mutuals Tracker. So if you unfollow I’m gonna know, so I am just going to unfollow.

I DO NOT deal with Drama. Send me hate?  Don’t. That's it. keep it simple. We aren't here for it at all. i'm far to tired to deal with any drama.

Shipping: Multiship - Mult-verse. I am a shipping whore. If you wanna ship, come at me, please I’m always open to ship with my muses.

I am over 29 years old! I am an adult and I would prefer everyone to act like one. Unless something silly things happens. I tag all my stuff. Nsfw / drug use / blood ---everything. If you NEED ME to tag something away, I will gladly do it. I don’t bite, I rather people be comfortable on my blog.

I prefer Plotting / talking on Discord since it’s easier to see for me. But again I don’t mind IM’s so much. I am just normally slower. I also do Role play on Discord so don’t ever be scared to ask to do so on mine. Otherwise random stuff I really do love as well.

I AM CROSSOVER / OC friendly. So I welcome all fandoms, even if I barely know them. I like to hear and HELL maybe even go ahead and jump in that fandom with people. I like learning and whatnot.

I'm really a relaxed person. So don't worry I don't bite.

anyway, I might add more! but for now ♥

[sonnevater]

atlas born of storms- an independent, private, highly selective fandomless original character of @mundmutter​​'s novel, the belladonna.  this blog is 18+ only!

affiliated with —- @mundmutter ╱ tba

a study on self-healing, heroism, and learning to love. with influences per usual from the works of j.r.r. tolkien, and a healthy dose of various mythology

worldbuilding. verses (tba). rules under readmore. formerly @hmrtia

➤ blogroll: @astralend ╱ @cyberends ╱ @oreichalkos ╱ @swordsovereign ╱ @titanchaser ╱ @godstrain

𝐨𝐧𝐞. #SONNEVATER is an independent, private, highly selective and mutuals exclusive writing blog for an original character, atlas hawthorne from the original novel the belladonna, written by the lovely kosm!

this blog is 18+. please do not follow me if you are under 18!

𝐭𝐰𝐨. atlas' main ship is with qistina @mundmutter, as their lore is in fact connected!

if other shipping happens, it will require a LOT of plotting and will not be with any mun or muse under the age of 21.

i am very open to other sorts of bonds, though! because it isn't just romance when people talk about ships-

i should also note that i will accept mains and exclusives! i am also open to affiliates!

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞. all triggers that i can think of will be tagged with #trigger. please DO tag #trypophobia for me. let me know if you need something specific tagged

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫. i am known for writing metas across the blogs i have. in the wise words of a friend:

with this in mind, the metas i write are portrayal specific to this blog, so please give them a read! i know i can be rather wordy- anyone who has followed me elsewhere may know this, but for my first time followers, worldbuilding is one of my favorite things to do. i am particularly fond of analysis of character psychology.

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞. to the point above, i do have other blogs! i am all over the place and need to learn to time manage.

and by this, i mean i work 32-40 hours as a registered nurse in an inpatient psychiatric unit. i am busy, i am tired, and i can't keep letting my focus go all over the place. inevitably, it still may do that because i have a tendency to be scattered, so if i don't get to something immediately, it isn't you, it's me!

also related to that, i do love communication! i struggle with reading the room (it's the Autism tm) and so if something's up or if you're bothered, please be direct with me! i will not take offense, i quite appreciate feedback so that i can be better as a person! in return, i will communicate back! i am learning to curate my space (after 10+ years of being on tumblr).

𝐬𝐢𝐱. there are people i won't interact with due to various reasons- my dni list is on the carrd of my other blogs. i won't interact with genderbent versions of characters, people who are Real Life Individuals (not counting fictional depictions like in the typemoon franchise or whatnot because those really have nothing to do with the actual individual they're supposedly based on?).

please stay far away from me if you fall under the following categories (i'm censoring things because god knows tumblr just picks shit up idk): proshipping, writing inc*st, p*dophilia, r*pe/n*ncon, are transphobic/homophobic- the usual gross behavior! use your moral compass!

on top of that, i am a firm believer that we learn from the media around us. full censorship is just as dangerous as the aforementioned things- the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows! please refer to this post which essentially summarizes the gist of what i'm trying to explain.

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧. anyway, hello, i'm percival / percy, i am 30+ and use he/him pronouns exclusively! i am a hobby artist (it's my side-gig from nursing) and sometimes i post my art, tagged #whats my art tag considering i constantly forget my art tag if it's fancy. please do not repost my art without my permission.

mutuals, feel free to ask me for my discord, since i am much easier to reach there!

i look forward to writing with you!

[titanchaser]

𝘼𝙍𝙑𝙀𝙉 of 𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘵 & 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵. by percival (he/him, 30+)

𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 [ . . . ] learning to let go / man vs. machine / looking back, looking forward / healing the soul / finding your treasure

public v. private info ╱ verses ╱ about ╱ his pokemon ╱ his battle team ╱

affiliated with [ . . . ] @rotharvest , @griefurias, @aetherceuse , @moonkssd , @directorstarfall , @fightingstargirl , @skullkxd, tba

𝐨𝐧𝐞. #TITANCHASER is an independent, private, highly selective and mutuals exclusive writing blog for arven of the pokemon franchise. except imagine it's actually written in the style of the final season of yu-gi-oh 5Ds (arc cradle / iliaster) ... among other franchises lmao.

due to the fact that i am OLD, this blog is 18+. please do not follow me if you are under 18!

on this note, this blog will feature dark and triggering themes. i will make sure to tag these things with the format of #trigger so that they can be filtered out! please tag #trypophobia for me!

𝐭𝐰𝐨. idk arven is an upperclassman at a goddamn college (21), but shipping isn't my main concern here. anyway there's nothing with any muse under 18 obviously, and arven won't be going for anyone too far above his age range, either!

i am very open to other sorts of bonds, though!

i should also note that i will accept mains and exclusives!

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞. i am known for writing metas across the blogs i have. in the wise words of a friend:

with this in mind, the metas i write are portrayal specific to this blog, so please give them a read! i know i can be rather wordy- anyone who has followed me elsewhere may know this, but for my first time followers, worldbuilding is one of my favorite things to do. i am particularly fond of analysis of character psychology.

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞. to the point above, i do have other blogs! i am in and out of other fandoms, but i am trying to focus on a smaller group of things for my own sanity.

and by this, i mean i work 32-40 hours as a registered nurse in an inpatient psychiatric unit. i am busy, i am tired, and i can't keep letting my focus go all over the place. inevitably, it still may do that because i have a tendency to be scattered, so if i don't get to something immediately, it isn't you, it's me!

also related to that, i do love communication! i struggle with reading the room (it's the Autism tm) and so if something's up or if you're bothered, please be direct with me! i will not take offense, i quite appreciate feedback so that i can be better as a person! in return, i will communicate back! i am learning to curate my space (after 10+ years of being on tumblr).

𝐬𝐢𝐱. there are people i won't interact with due to various reasons- my dni list is on the carrd of my other blogs. i won't interact with genderbent versions of characters, people who are Real Life Individuals (not counting fictional depictions like in the typemoon franchise or whatnot because those really have nothing to do with the actual individual they're supposedly based on?).

please stay far away from me if you fall under the following categories (i'm censoring things because god knows tumblr just picks shit up idk): proshipping, writing inc*st, p*dophilia, r*pe/n*ncon, are transphobic/homophobic- the usual gross behavior! use your moral compass!

on top of that, i am a firm believer that we learn from the media around us. full censorship is just as dangerous as the aforementioned things- the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows! please refer to this post which essentially summarizes the gist of what i'm trying to explain.

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧. anyway, hello, i'm percival / percy. i am 30+ and use he/him pronouns exclusively! i am a hobby artist (it's my side-gig from nursing) and sometimes i post my art, tagged #whats my art tag considering i constantly forget my art tag if it's fancy. please do not repost my art without my permission.

mutuals, feel free to ask me for my discord, since i am much easier to reach there!

i look forward to writing with you!

[godstrain]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑.

#godstrain. albert wesker of biohazard/resident evil. by percival (he/him, 30+).

⎛ affiliated with ⎠ @valour-bound ╱ @heavenmcde ╱ @heavenprotect ╱ @darckcarnival ╱ @gviirus ╱ [ . . . ]

this blog is 18+ only. * mobile rules are under the cut!

verses. file (tba). meta analysis

𝐨𝐧𝐞. #GODSTRAIN is an independent, private, highly selective and mutuals exclusive writing blog for albert wesker of the biohazard / resident evil franchise. a lot of canon is in the trash im king now.

due to the general content of the franchise, this blog is 18+. please do not follow me if you are under 18!

on this note, this blog will feature dark and triggering themes. wesker's entire backstory in itself is a whole nightmare and is full of child abuse, and the franchise is full of body horror, medical experimentation, violence, death- and it's all rather graphic to boot!

also we hate eugenics in this house and character growth is my entire purpose of being, i will throw hands with capcom on many topics thanks.

𝐭𝐰𝐨. shipping is not the priority here- also, wesker is a disaster why would you want to? for reference though, anyone who knows me will know i am sorta feral about chrisker and willsker and polystars and also wesker and jake's mom (they need more content i need to KNOW!!!!) but obviously i'll never force ships because that's not the way besties!

if shipping happens, it will require a LOT of plotting and will not be with any mun or muse under the age of 21.

i am very open to other sorts of bonds, though! because it isn't just romance when people talk about ships- although i'll admit, anything other than rather antagonistic relationships is sorta difficult- it's albert wesker we're talking about here. i am open to seeing how things go nonetheless!

i should also note that i will accept mains and exclusives! i am also fine with other wesker blogs following me, just don't take my metas- not that i think anyone would, considering the next part of the rules-

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞. after being on this blog for a year, i would like to think i have a rather decent grasp on the biohazard lore, but of course, i'm not perfect! i marie kondo canon a lot too, but yeah if nothing else im enthusiastic!

please DO tag #trypophobia for me. i tag triggers as #trigger and if you need anything specific, let me know!

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫. i am known for writing metas across the blogs i have. in the wise words of a friend:

with this in mind, the metas i write are portrayal specific to this blog, so please give them a read! i know i can be rather wordy- anyone who has followed me elsewhere may know this, but for my first time followers, worldbuilding is one of my favorite things to do. i am particularly fond of analysis of character psychology.

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞. to the point above, i do have other blogs! i am in and out of other fandoms, but i am trying to focus on a smaller group of things for my own sanity.

and by this, i mean i work 32-40 hours as a registered nurse in an inpatient psychiatric unit. i am busy, i am tired, and i can't keep letting my focus go all over the place. inevitably, it still may do that because i have a tendency to be scattered, so if i don't get to something immediately, it isn't you, it's me!

also related to that, i do love communication! i struggle with reading the room (it's the Autism tm) and so if something's up or if you're bothered, please be direct with me! i will not take offense, i quite appreciate feedback so that i can be better as a person! in return, i will communicate back! i am learning to curate my space (after 10+ years of being on tumblr).

𝐬𝐢𝐱. there are people i won't interact with due to various reasons- my dni list is on the carrd of my other blogs. i won't interact with genderbent versions of characters, people who are Real Life Individuals (not counting fictional depictions like in the typemoon franchise or whatnot because those really have nothing to do with the actual individual they're supposedly based on?).

please stay far away from me if you fall under the following categories (i'm censoring things because god knows tumblr just picks shit up idk): proshipping, writing inc*st, p*dophilia, r*pe/n*ncon, are transphobic/homophobic- the usual gross behavior! use your moral compass!

on top of that, i am a firm believer that we learn from the media around us. full censorship is just as dangerous as the aforementioned things- the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows! please refer to this post which essentially summarizes the gist of what i'm trying to explain.

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧. anyway, hello, i'm percival / percy, i am 30+ and use he/him pronouns exclusively! i am a hobby artist (it's my side-gig from nursing) and sometimes i post my art, tagged #whats my art tag considering i constantly forget my art tag if it's fancy. please do not repost my art without my permission.

mutuals, feel free to ask me for my discord, since i am much easier to reach there!

i look forward to writing with you!

[sparrowsworkshop]

I posted 40 times in 2022

That's 27 more posts than 2021!

30 posts created (75%)

10 posts reblogged (25%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@sparrowsworkshop

@onewingedsparrow

@thewritewolf

@mostlovedgirl-writes

I tagged 40 of my posts in 2022

#tloz - 25 posts

#the legend of zelda - 23 posts

#loz - 23 posts

#legend of zelda - 19 posts

#sparrow art - 19 posts

#link - 18 posts

#zelda fanart - 16 posts

#traditional art - 16 posts

#linktober - 15 posts

#linktober2022 - 14 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#so many angsty prompts for today but i wanted something wholesome :) and this was the first thing that came to mind! i hope you like it!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

“To Bee a Leader” by OneWingedSparrow; Chapter 3: Draining

t Chapter Previous Chapter Next Chapter (TBA) >> Summary:  RiD'15, post TFP. Set sometime in the first season, before the finale.  Bumblebee knows that Optimus Prime chose him to be leader of the Autobot  team on Earth…but he’s tired and he misses his dad’s leadership. Main Tags: Bumblebee & Optimus Prime, Bumblebee & Russell Clay, Father and Son Optimus and Bumblebee, Prime in Disguise Bumblebee, Light Angst, Hurt / Comfort (Adulting is hard and this ’Bee knows it well…why is he so relatable)

Chapter 3 Summary: A weary Bumblebee journals his thoughts. Reblogs are appreciated! Read on AO3 ~

An excerpt from Bumblebee's personal log.

Surprisingly, all entries— this sample included, naturally—were documented in English, rather than Cybertronian.

Perhaps the lieutenant worried his records would fall into Decepticon possession, and sought to secure them in an admittedly unconventional manner. No one knows for certain, save the author himself.

The lieutenant was...a rather curious individual.

*        *        * February 21 Earth time: 1333 hours Dear Diary, I am tired.Maybe it's physical. Likely it's not. My Energon levels have never been so full. Despite not having a Bridge off Earth, and basically being stranded, we seem to be doing okay supplies-wise. The Alchemor cargo bays remained largely intact after the crash, providing us with easy access to a decent amount of Energon cubes. No need to ration quite yet. Even so, I am trying to manage our supply efficiently. The Decepticons set loose here have given us quite a beating, but not many have stabbed past our armor, thank Primus. So why does it feel like I'm constantly draining?

If I was actually leaking, I could do something about it. I could cauterize the wound. I could apply pressure to slow my circulation. I could slap a bandage on it and drive it off, and everything would be fine. Eventually. But this is something different. Internal bleeding? Maybe. Somehow, though, I don't think anything would come up internally if I let myself be scanned. Whatever is happening is flying under the radar...and it's annoying. I just feel so...I don't know. Tired. That's the best way I can put it. I want a kind of rest that doesn't come by simply recharging. I don't know how to get this. I don't know if I can get this. I just wish...I wish my steps didn't feel so heavy all the time. I wish I could identify the problem. I wish I could put an APB on a specific target and collar it for good. For now, all I can do is keep going. Yeah, I know, I know. Ratchet's yelled at me over that so many times. Believe me, I know. Sometimes, that's the worst thing you can do when you're injured, physically or not. But sometimes that's the only thing you can do. Sometimes, it's even the right thing to do. Sometimes, it's necessary. My team needs me. Optimus needs me. I can't break down and give up just because I hurt, or just because I'm tired for some unidentified reason. One day, I'll be better. I want that. I will make sure of that. For now, though...I'll keep going. I know it's the right thing to do. ~ t Chapter Previous Chapter Next Chapter (TBA) >>

30 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

#4

For the @zelinkcommunity​ event Opposites Attract! Week 2: Flourish / Wither. Flourish (intransitive verb): 1. To grow well; to prosper; to thrive 🌱 2. To wield dramatically! 🍃💐 My first posted art for my “Deku Tree Link AU”! I had so much fun drawing this! (✿◠‿◠) In this OoT AU, Link inherited botanical powers when he was adopted by the (actual tree) former Great Deku Tree, who made him the next Guardian of the Forest. When the Hero can summon plants by a mere thought, why wouldn’t he use this gift to show his princess how much he cherishes her? Special thanks to @zeldadiarist for the inspiration for Link’s straw cape! Sketch under the cut!

31 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

#3

Fire Emblem: Three Huberts It’s his birthday today btw :D Happy Birthday, Hubert! 💜 Reblogs okay! But PLEASE DO NOT REPOST

32 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

#2

“The Song of Stormlight” by OneWingedSparrow

Inspired by this wonderful art by @louwhose!

Fic Summary: Left outside in the rain during a Weeping, bridgeman Link introduces his fellow slave Sheik to a secret about spheres.

P.S. You don’t really need to know anything about The Stormlight Archive to enjoy this fic, but I highly recommend reading the books because they are very good ;) Main Tags:  Ocarina of Time AU, Stormlight Archive Setting, Zelink, Sheik / Link, Fluff without Plot, Bridgeman!Link, Darkeyes!Link, Darkeyes!Sheik, Music, Song of Storms

Read on AO3 Written for the @zelinkcommunity Opposites Attract event! Week 4: Hidden / Revealed. Reblogs are appreciated!

~ “The spheres are singing,” Link said softly. Leaning against the bars of the cage, Sheik tilted her head. “What do you mean?” Link’s ears twitched slightly, one at a time, gradually angling in different directions like a chull’s antennae. “Can’t you hear them?” Sheik closed her eyes too and focused, but the rushing wind drowned out everything else. “It’s too loud.” “May I?” Sheik opened her eyes to find Link staring questioningly at her. She raised an eyebrow, unsure of what he requested, but somehow trusting him regardless. “I suppose?” Slowly, Link scooted closer, his hands reaching out for either side of her head. Sheik couldn’t help but tense a little as his face neared hers. Storms. His dark brown eyes were rich and warm in shade, but somehow sharp and fierce too; both welcoming and dangerous, alluring and terrible all at once. Like a barbed spear with an elaborately gilded shaft, or a beautiful Shardblade with a bloodthirsty, serrated edge. Why...why was it that darker eyes were considered inferior, again?

His hands found her ears, and gently, hesitantly, pulled the mask away from them. Not enough to unveil her face—which was fortuitous, because Sheik could feel an embarrassingly strong blush raging on her cheeks.

Thankfully, he let go quickly, and backed away into his corner of the cage. “That oughta help,” Link said, absentmindedly looking out through the bars. “You can...you can try again now, if you want.” Sheik nodded, even though he wasn’t looking her way.

The slave driver’s bag of spheres sat on the ground a few yards away, faintly aglow from within. The splintered floor of the cage scratched against her ragged clothing as she moved closer to press her nose against the cold metal bars. Torrential rain wept down her face, but drenched as she already was, Sheik ignored it. Breathing carefully, Sheik tried once again to listen.

Splashing. Pattering. Puddles bouncing. Ripping, roaring, rushing. Her nose began to run, not unlike the steady stream thundering off the roof. A standard symphony for a Weeping. She still couldn’t hear anything new.

Until Link started singing.

Back and forth, up and down, never ending turnaround.

Bid me once to stay, else I fall away….

Colors flashed before Sheik’s eyes.

Blue. White. Purple. Green. Each glowing boldly. No distinct form, no identifiable shape. The colors took a rhythm of their own, and danced around Sheik’s vision, like some sort of musical spren. She knew not where they came from. They were gone in an instant.

But the spheres on the ground...they followed that rhythm, and pulsed to the same beat. And as Sheik stared, wide eyed and awestruck, a faint voice seemed to emerge from within them, drawn out by Link’s calling.

Seek the shore!

Dare not drown!

New beginnings can be found….

“Rid of all farewells and pain,” Sheik murmured along with their voices.

Her heart jolted. Where had the words come from? How did she know? She frantically glanced over at Link for an explanation, but instead of a sagely expression, Link possessed the biggest, brightest grin she’d ever seen on a living bridgeman.

“I thought you could hear them,” Link said with satisfaction. “What with you being musical and all that.”

Fingers shaking, Sheik pulled the mask back over her ears.

How much...did he know about her, anyway?

~

33 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

“The Right Words” by OneWingedSparrow

Fic Summary: Link has recovered some of his memories of Princess Zelda, but feels like he doesn't remember her as well as he ought to. One day, on a visit to Korok Forest, a particular Korok encourages him with some wisdom that opens Link's mind a little more. Tags: BotW, Zelink, Link & Koroks, Loyalty, Recovered Memories Read on AO3 Written for the @zelinkcommunity Discord server’s weekly prompt: “Reminisce.” Reblogs are appreciated! ~ When one of the Koroks invited Link into his home to chat, Link hadn’t hesitated to accept. After the existential crisis of trudging through the dizzying, maddening haze of the Lost Woods, it was a relief to take a breather in a safe place. Of course, the Korok Forest proper was calming, with its gentle breezes that carried distant giggles of Koroks and their ever spinning pinwheel blades—yet, there was something reassuring about stepping into a more secure area, surrounded by bark-scented wooden walls instead of a collection of healthy, flourishing trees that, for all their charms, reminded him far too much of the maze of sneering, rotting snags. As Link stepped inside the Great Deku Tree, he blinked rapidly to let his eyes adjust to the dimmer lighting. The interior was cozy, almost like an ordinary house—clearly well planned out, with carvings in the walls and floor that formed sturdy benches and tables, as well as leaf garments that were strung about in festive fashion. Link wondered if the Great Deku Tree had naturally grown such décor, or if the Koroks had somehow crafted them with their tiny nubs for hands. Either would be an impressive feat, but he thought it might be rude to inquire which was the case. Unsure of what else to do, Link settled himself on a bench facing the exit, where he had a clear view of his Korok friend. They were hard at work dividing a colorful assortment of fresh mushrooms that had been haphazardly plopped upon a small wooden table. They would thoughtfully pick up each mushroom individually; regard it for a moment in deep concentration, and then dutifully separate it by type, and then by size. It was oddly mesmerizing to watch. “So? Tell me about her,” the Korok merchant piped up. For a moment, they broke their rhythm in favor of jovially swinging two Stamella Shrooms around like Hestu’s maracas. “You must have plenty of good stories to share, koowee!” Link rubbed the back of his neck, quickly regretting it as his hand came away slick with sweat. “Stories...about who?” he asked distractedly, although he was fairly certain he already knew the answer.

“The princess, kikoo!” The Korok drummed the mushrooms rapidly on their little table before dropping them into their assigned group. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten her again. The Great Deku Tree would be displeased to hear that.” Link looked down at his boots, which were caked with mud and dead leaves from his trek. “I haven’t forgotten.” Even without turning, he knew the Korok was watching him expectantly. “But that doesn’t mean I remember,” Link continued, biting his lip. “I mean, I can remember a few things about her. But they’re only...well, snapshots. Pieces of my memory, torn apart and patched together, with so many holes in between. Not enough solid information for me to tell any stories.” “Anything can be made into a story,” the Korok said confidently. “It doesn’t matter if you think you don’t have enough words. All you need are the right ones.” Thoughtfully, Link wiped his hands on his tunic. His mind wandered backwards, drifting through the shadowy paths of a different type of Lost Woods, searching for even a small detail of Princess Zelda that he could somehow craft into a story. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for him to discover one. Like...stumbling upon a Korok in a most obvious hiding spot. “She loves animals,” Link began. A smile tugged at his lips. “Dogs...frogs...horses. I think it took her a while to warm up to the horses, but after I gave her some pointers, she really enjoyed riding. Which was nice,” he mused, “because when she went riding, I got to ride too.” He paused. A new thought awakened in his mind. Riding. The sword still on his back, its weight reminding him sternly of his duty, but his hands free from that burden, preoccupied as they were with the reins. Still bound to his responsibilities, and yet, at the same time, freed from them. A strange feeling, and contradictory, but so wonderful. He would...yes, he would direct Zelda to ride her horse either beside him or directly in front of him so he could keep an eye on their surroundings. He would cautiously regard all that was ahead, scanning for any mounted Bokoblins that might cross their path, ready to draw his bow if necessary. And just like that, like arrows loosed in a frenzy, little details came rushing back to him, rapidfire. How one time—was it the first time?—they went riding out in the wilderness, her horse spooked and burst into a gallop and she dropped the reins and clung to Celestial’s mane for dear life until Link could catch up and help. How he would quietly offer her a hand up when she mounted, even though she refused his assistance for several weeks at first. Eventually...oh, eventually she came to accept his shy offer of chivalry…. How she would grow in her confidence on horseback, until she could gallop at will again and keep her reins securely in her grip, laughing at him to match her speed…. And…. And how he would try not to be distracted by how she smiled while she rode—one of the rare occasions he could see her so happy and carefree. He had to stay alert; he had to remain vigilant. But...but he kept glancing at her all the same, to see as much of that joy as he could, to keep that in his memory…. Forever. Link swallowed a lump in his throat that he hadn’t realized was there. “Koo-ee?” He shook his head, and the room he was in came back into focus. Wooden bench. Grainy floor. The rich, earthy scent of mushrooms. Something nudged his leg, gentle but uncertain. Link realized the Korok had abandoned their workstation, and was now standing before him, repeatedly poking him in obvious concern. “Is that the end of the story, koowa-kee?” He took a deep breath, and reached out to pat the Korok on the head in a timid sort of thanks. The Korok visibly relaxed, worry fading from their shiny black eyes. “No,” Link said, and meant it with all his heart. ~

39 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

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[oreichalkos]

⎛ dossier ¹ verses ² relationships ³ meta analysis ⁴ ⎠

affiliated with [ . . . ] tba

𝐨𝐧𝐞. #OREICHALKOS is an independent, private, highly selective and mutuals exclusive writing blog for dardanos king of atlantis (dartz) of yu-gi-oh!

this blog is 18+. please do not follow me if you are under 18!

on this note, this blog will feature dark and triggering themes. idk what to tell you but DOMA was a ride and it only gets deeper in this house! i will make sure to tag these things with the format of #trigger so that they can be filtered out!

𝐭𝐰𝐨. shipping is not the priority here.

i don't ship with muns under 21.

i am very open to other sorts of bonds, though! because it isn't just romance when people talk about ships- i am open to seeing how things go nonetheless!

i should also note that i will accept mains and exclusives!

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞. please DO tag #trypophobia for me, it makes my brain do big bad.

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫. i am known for writing metas across the blogs i have. in the wise words of a friend:

with this in mind, the metas i write are portrayal specific to this blog, so please give them a read! i know i can be rather wordy- anyone who has followed me elsewhere may know this, but for my first time followers, worldbuilding is one of my favorite things to do. i am particularly fond of analysis of character psychology.

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞. to the point above, i do have other blogs! and i have no organizational skill so im all over the place ... and i have a job that steals my energy

and by this, i mean i work 32-40 hours as a registered nurse in an inpatient psychiatric unit. i am busy, i am tired, and i can't keep letting my focus go all over the place. inevitably, it still may do that because i have a tendency to be scattered, so if i don't get to something immediately, it isn't you, it's me!

also related to that, i do love communication! i struggle with reading the room (it's the Autism tm) and so if something's up or if you're bothered, please be direct with me! i will not take offense, i quite appreciate feedback so that i can be better as a person! in return, i will communicate back! i am learning to curate my space (after 10+ years of being on tumblr).

𝐬𝐢𝐱. there are people i won't interact with due to various reasons- my dni list is on the carrd of my other blogs. i won't interact with genderbent versions of characters, people who are Real Life Individuals (not counting fictional depictions like in the typemoon franchise or whatnot because those really have nothing to do with the actual individual they're supposedly based on?).

please stay far away from me if you fall under the following categories (i'm censoring things because god knows tumblr just picks shit up idk): proshipping, writing inc*st, p*dophilia, r*pe/n*ncon, are transphobic/homophobic- the usual gross behavior! use your moral compass!

on top of that, i am a firm believer that we learn from the media around us. full censorship is just as dangerous as the aforementioned things- the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows! please refer to this post which essentially summarizes the gist of what i'm trying to explain.

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧. anyway, hello, i'm percival. i am 30+ and use he/him pronouns exclusively! i am a hobby artist (it's my side-gig from nursing) and sometimes i post my art, tagged #whats my art tag considering i constantly forget my art tag if it's fancy. please do not repost my art without my permission.

mutuals, feel free to ask me for my discord, since i am much easier to reach there!

i look forward to writing with you!

[cyberends]

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐌 𝐈 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 [ . . . ] ?

ryo marufuji of yu-gi-oh! gx. by percival (he/him, 30+)

⎛ dossier ¹ verses ² relationships ³ tbd ⁴ ⎠

affiliated with [ . . . ] tba

𝐨𝐧𝐞. #CYBERENDS is an independent, private, highly selective and mutuals exclusive writing blog for ryo marufuji of yu-gi-oh! gx! this blog focuses on post-gx things, but i'll have verses for things during the plot!

this blog is 18+. please do not follow me if you are under 18!

on this note, this blog will feature dark and triggering themes. idk what to tell you but hell kaiser didn't happen without violence involved! i will make sure to tag these things with the format of #trigger so that they can be filtered out!

𝐭𝐰𝐨. shipping is not the priority here- but for reference my ship preference is ryo and asuka- i'm not going to force that on anyone, i don't auto-ship, it's just my preference! i also love the ryo fubuki yusuke polycule. i do not ship ryo and edo. anyway, please plot with me about shipping, i like knowing what the heck is going on and where we are going.

i don't ship with muns under 21. i write ryo post s4, making him 21.

i am very open to other sorts of bonds, though! because it isn't just romance when people talk about ships- i am open to seeing how things go nonetheless!

i should also note that i will accept mains and exclusives!

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞. please DO tag #trypophobia for me, it makes my brain do big bad.

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫. i am known for writing metas across the blogs i have. in the wise words of a friend:

with this in mind, the metas i write are portrayal specific to this blog, so please give them a read! i know i can be rather wordy- anyone who has followed me elsewhere may know this, but for my first time followers, worldbuilding is one of my favorite things to do. i am particularly fond of analysis of character psychology.

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞. to the point above, i do have other blogs! and i have no organizational skill so im all over the place ... and i have a job that steals my energy

and by this, i mean i work 32-40 hours as a registered nurse in an inpatient psychiatric unit. i am busy, i am tired, and i can't keep letting my focus go all over the place. inevitably, it still may do that because i have a tendency to be scattered, so if i don't get to something immediately, it isn't you, it's me!

also related to that, i do love communication! i struggle with reading the room (it's the Autism tm) and so if something's up or if you're bothered, please be direct with me! i will not take offense, i quite appreciate feedback so that i can be better as a person! in return, i will communicate back! i am learning to curate my space (after 10+ years of being on tumblr).

𝐬𝐢𝐱. there are people i won't interact with due to various reasons- my dni list is on the carrd of my other blogs. i won't interact with genderbent versions of characters, people who are Real Life Individuals (not counting fictional depictions like in the typemoon franchise or whatnot because those really have nothing to do with the actual individual they're supposedly based on?).

please stay far away from me if you fall under the following categories (i'm censoring things because god knows tumblr just picks shit up idk): proshipping, writing inc*st, p*dophilia, r*pe/n*ncon, are transphobic/homophobic- the usual gross behavior! use your moral compass!

on top of that, i am a firm believer that we learn from the media around us. full censorship is just as dangerous as the aforementioned things- the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows! please refer to this post which essentially summarizes the gist of what i'm trying to explain.

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧. anyway, hello, i'm percival. i am 30+ and use he/him pronouns exclusively! i am a hobby artist (it's my side-gig from nursing) and sometimes i post my art, tagged #whats my art tag considering i constantly forget my art tag if it's fancy. please do not repost my art without my permission.

mutuals, feel free to ask me for my discord, since i am much easier to reach there!

i look forward to writing with you!

[anamnaesis]

tyrias of granblue fantasy. by percival (30+, he/him)

affiliated with [ . . . ] tba

rules under readmore. about (tba). worldbuilding (tba). lore doc (wip)

𝐨𝐧𝐞. #ANAMNAESIS is an independent, private, highly selective and mutuals exclusive writing blog for tyrias the destroyer of granblue fantasy.

i am 30+ and for my comfort, this blog is 18+. please do not follow me if you are under 18!

on this note, this blog will feature dark and triggering themes. i like to veer from canon on basically everything i do ever, and also robomi series is ... dark lmao. i will make sure to tag these things with the format of #trigger so that they can be filtered out!

𝐭𝐰𝐨. shipping is not the priority here- but by canon, tyrias is in love with a young woman named airi (i'd also sell my legs for someone to write airi lmao). there will be no auto shipping despite this!

if shipping happens, it will require a LOT of plotting and will not be with any mun or muse under the age of 21.

i am very open to other sorts of bonds, though! because it isn't just romance when people talk about ships!

i should also note that i will accept mains and exclusives!

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞. i am known for writing metas across the blogs i have. in the wise words of a friend:

with this in mind, the metas i write are portrayal specific to this blog, so please give them a read! i know i can be rather wordy- anyone who has followed me elsewhere may know this, but for my first time followers, worldbuilding is one of my favorite things to do. i am particularly fond of analysis of character psychology.

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞. to the point above, i do have other blogs. i am in and out of other fandoms, but i am trying to focus on a smaller group of things for my own sanity.

and by this, i mean i work 32-40 hours as a registered nurse in an inpatient psychiatric unit. i am busy, i am tired, and i can't keep letting my focus go all over the place. inevitably, it still may do that because i have a tendency to be scattered, so if i don't get to something immediately, it isn't you, it's me!

also related to that, i do love communication! i struggle with reading the room (it's the Autism tm) and so if something's up or if you're bothered, please be direct with me! i will not take offense, i quite appreciate feedback so that i can be better as a person! in return, i will communicate back! i am learning to curate my space (after 10+ years of being on tumblr).

𝐬𝐢𝐱. there are people i won't interact with due to various reasons. i won't interact with genderbent versions of characters, people who are Real Life Individuals (not counting fictional depictions like in the typemoon franchise or whatnot because those really have nothing to do with the actual individual they're supposedly based on?).

please stay far away from me if you fall under the following categories (i'm censoring things because god knows tumblr just picks shit up idk): proshipping, writing inc*st, p*dophilia, r*pe/n*ncon, are transphobic/homophobic- the usual gross behavior! use your moral compass!

on top of that, i am a firm believer that we learn from the media around us. full censorship is just as dangerous as the aforementioned things- the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows! please refer to this post which essentially summarizes the gist of what i'm trying to explain.

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧. anyway, hello, i'm percival / percy, i am 30+ and use he/him pronouns exclusively! i am a hobby artist (it's my side-gig from nursing) and sometimes i post my art, tagged #whats my art tag considering i constantly forget my art tag if it's fancy. please do not repost my art without my permission.

mutuals, feel free to ask me for my discord, since i am much easier to reach there!

i look forward to writing with you!