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[thepathetickind]

a thorn in my chest - perhaps I was the one who put it there,

by laurenmaerie, ‘to keep a piece’

[eggsdoodz]

i’ve not been doing too good so this post is a reminder for myself as well as u to take better care of ourselves </3

[hotwife-affairs]

[hamdosana]

"You are a form of someone's rizq, so take care of yourself and your imaan."

[soulsbleedink]

𝙇𝙐𝘿𝙄𝘾 | 𝙍𝙐𝙉𝘼𝘼𝙉 𝙓 𝙀𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙄

Prompt: Runaan returns from a mission; exhausted. Ethari braids his hair and they have a soft and slow night in the meadow. Then Rayla decides to join them.

Warning[s]: None, all fluffy <3

Pairing: Runaan x Ethari & Rayla [Rayla's scene right at the end]

Word count: 1.5k

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this is what was mentioned in orphic. the memory rayla was reminiscing about. and i just had to, i think it's beyond adorable. i love ruthari so much <3 have fun reading. :)

Ethari’s hands were gentle as he combed through Runaan’s mane of silky white hair, weaving his fingers through the slightly tangled locks. The moon gleamed above them, the clock ticking on while nature paid no heed to that. Neither did they. They didn’t know how long it had been since they had sat out here. But neither of them cared, or minded. Runaan returned from a mission, tired, but wanting desperately to bask in his husband’s warmth, of course Ethari would never deny him of that simple joy in life. Although an elfling Rayla did. She wouldn’t stop tugging at Runaan’s hair, to the point that the already messed up hair was now practically falling apart. Somehow Runaan had found it in himself to tuck the very… enthusiastic elfling into bed. Huffing and snaking his arms around Ethari as the craftsman waited at their kitchen, chopping some fruit for him. 

“It took so long…” He yawned, pressing his face onto Ethari’s shoulder, chin resting there. Ethari hummed, placing the knife away and turning back to his husband. 

He ran his hands through his white curls of hair, one of the silver cuffs slipping off and onto his palm. “You should’ve let me put her to bed.”

“It was my turn,” Runaan reasoned, but the way his eyes drooped begged to disagree with the words leaving his mouth. He leaned into Ethari’s touch, barely noticing how the tip of one of his horns poked him. Ethari didn’t react, just continued carding his fingers through his husband’s hair.

“It would’ve been fine, but she’s asleep now. Here.” His warm hand left the plain of Runaan’s face and hair, the assassin frowned from the loss of warmth, but his eyes followed the hand anyway. Ethari held up a plate of nicely sliced fruit for him. How endearing, he smiled. Gently, Runaan accepted the plate, Ethari’s arm snaking around his waist and leading him to the table. Runaan sat down wordlessly, Ethari opposite him as he smiled at his husband.

Runaan picked up a slice, taking a slow bite, but his hand shook slightly. He hurried with the next, until he was on the next slice. And he did it with the rest of the fruit on the plate. Ethari frowned softly, he opened his mouth to say but Runaan smiled at him. 

“I’m fine,” He insisted to Ethari’s silent plea. Ethari wasn’t particularly convinced anyway. 

“I wouldn’t think so,” He said, standing up. He made his way over to Runaan, pushing the plate away. He held his hands out. Runaan eyed them, glancing at the blacksmith before he accepted the hands. Ethari intertwined their fingers, pulling Runaan up. The assassin stumbled into his chest, cursing himself for the imbalance. “It’s okay, you just need some rest.”

“I don’t want to head back to bed just yet,” Runaan whispered.

Ethari chuckled. “You sound a lot like Rayla now, and no, we’re not heading back to bed just yet.” He tugged Runaan forward, leading the tired assassin out of their humble abode. Into the meadow just outside the Silvergrove. Runaan wasn’t even sure how he managed to keep on walking, but as long as he was with Ethari, he supposed he could do it. 

The flowers tickled Runaan’s ankles, but it felt like a breeze to him, with the way Ethari hummed ahead of him and then sat down, pulling Runaan with him. A soft gasp left Runaan’s mouth as he dropped onto the soft grass beneath him. When he hit the ground, Ethari laughed, pulling the assassin’s back closer to him, until he could rest his chin on Runaan’s shoulder, brushing the hair to one side. 

“Let me do this for you, just relax.” He twirled some of the white hair around his fingers. Runaan relaxed into the grip, shoulders slumping. Ethari squeezed his shoulder, softly moving the long white hair back over his shoulder. He inched back, just a bit. Runaan missed the warmth, but he didn’t mind. 

The assassin watched the moon, the stars twinkling beside her, and he smiled, the soft gleam that she casted down on the grass dancing with the breeze that swept through the meadow, hitting Runaan’s skin like the drafts that swept through their house in the early mornings, when he’d be draped safely in Ethari’s arms and warmth. Who was humming behind him, effectively lulling him into a near sleep state. Although the soft tugs on his hair did anchor him in the real world. He just wanted to fall back, watch those hazel eyes as he slipped out of consciousness for the night. 

“Runaan?” The humming stopped, his husband’s soft voice whispering against the shell of his ear. He shivered, nodding in acknowledgement. “Just a bit longer, alright?” Ethari continued, picking up his pace. Runaan wished he’d take longer, he didn’t mind this. It felt incredibly nice. 

He didn’t realise when Ethari had finished his braid, already slipping back on the silver cuff that always held it together. He glanced towards his side and noticed a flower getting plucked out. He turned around, but couldn’t fully. Ethari had his hands on the assassin’s shoulders.

“Hold still, please.” He smiled softly.

“What are you doing?” Runaan asked, raising an eyebrow at him. His husband laughed, voice a gentle breath that flushed warmth against his face. Runaan smiled too, reaching back gently, tracing a hand over Ethari’s jaw. “You’re incredible, love.” 

Ethari blushed, his face getting warmer under Runaan’s touch. The assassin leaned forward, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss, as a thanks, as a reminder, as many things that he couldn’t put into words. He just wasn’t up to task for that, but Ethari did that. Ethari spoke his appreciation, and his love existed in all the words he spoke every day. In the way he weaved words together, love was prominent. Runaan didn’t do that, he touched, and he gave, and he did. His love was in the way he would leave an extra plate of moonberries every morning before training, and in the way he would take extra time to fix Ethari’s clothes, or when he lingered at the door of the forge. And maybe that’s why they were married. They were different, but perfectly the same. 

“I can see a whole ocean’s worth of thoughts behind those eyes, Runaan,” Ethari whispered, grinning. Runaan smiled.

“There are, and all of them concern you,” He said in earnest.

“Alright, let me finish this. Just a few more flowers.” Ethari turned him back around. He closed his eyes, “oh gosh.” Ethari’s voice was much quieter. And then Runaan heard it too. The shuffling. He opened his eyes, glancing at the elfling standing in front of him. Purple eyes gazed up at him in confusion.

“Rayla, you woke up?” He asked, although it was pretty obvious that yes, she was awake—He opened his arms for her, the elfling lunged for his chest, tackling him with her hug, putting as much force as she could, although there wasn’t much force being exerted, to begin with.

She nodded against his chest, relaxing. “What are you doing?” She asked, voice still laced with the last traces of her sleep that should’ve lasted the whole night. 

“I’m just doing Runaan’s hair, we were intending to head to bed right after,” Ethari explained softly. He rechecked the flowers that were woven in, letting the braid drape itself over Runaan’s left shoulder. The elfling stood up, using the assassin’s lap to seem taller as she looked up at Ethari, who leaned closer.

“Can you do that for me too? Can you teach me?” She asked, excitement obvious in the way her voice was growing in volume. Runaan traced shapes on her back, making her relax. She yawned, letting him law her down on his lap, her head resting against his chest. 

“Of course I can, Rayla. Tomorrow though, alright?” Ethari whispered, now beside Runaan. He brushed strands of Rayla’s hair off her face. “We’ve got a whole night to sleep through. He intertwined his fingers with Rayla’s, squeezing her smaller hand as he watched her fall back asleep. 

“Next time, we ought to be more careful…” Runaan said, nodding at the elfling asleep on him. “What if she got lost?” 

Ethari nodded, “true, well, she’s here now.”

Ethari smiled at him, and Runaan’s whole heart warmed, along with his face. He let Ethari pull him up gently, snaking an arm around his waist as they walked back to the Silvergrove. 

Runaan didn’t speak much, he never did, and Ethari’s voice was soft as he recounted the whole day with their Rayla. The wind hummed in their faces, the usually loud and bustling Silvergrove quiet in the early hours of the morning, or late hours of night. Or whatever the time was. To Runaan, that didn’t truly matter. He was back with his family, and he was sure he would have the best rest with them. Rayla moved in his arms, maybe once, or twice, but it meant near nothing. She always did that in her sleep, he’d noted over the while she had been with him and Ethari. 

He looked to his side, Ethari looked as beautiful as ever, animated as he spoke in a soft tone. Runaan smiled. Letting his own words die out in the breeze while his husband became his lullaby for the night. How he was every night. One he never got tired of, he never could.

[callmelittlesanshine]

Please remember to take care of yourself and to love yourself

Copia specifically requested it 🫶🏽

[alwaysmicado]

take care ♡

It's getting pretty clear to me that something inside me broke when I miscarried a year ago.

I've always been a high-functioning depressed person, getting degrees, going to work, going through life with a smile on my face while dying inside. I started feeling better a couple of years ago, finally, and I swore to myself that I'd never let it get that bad again. But if I'm being honest, I feel like I'm heading there again and I have been for a while.

My joy is gone, my appetite's gone, my creativity's gone, and I've started crying again from exhaustion, which I really only did back then when I was hoping I wouldn't have to wake up each morning. Not a good sign.

I've got so many things to be grateful for, and I am, but I can't shake this feeling that my time is running out. It's weird, I never thought I'd make it to this age and want to have a family of my own, but here I am, wanting it more than anything else.

I want my child. I want my family. I want my future.

I should be holding my baby right now, cuddling while it's snowing outside, looking forward to their first Christmas. Not crying myself to sleep because another month is lost. It's awful and absolutely draining, this loop I'm stuck in. One month after the other, just blurring together. Work, smile, test, cry, rinse, repeat.

I'm so tired and there's nothing I can do to change it. Nothing. And that scares and frustrates me so much. I hate feeling helpless, and that's what I am right now. Nothing and no one can help me if my body's refusing to give me what I so badly want.

I don't have anything to contribute to this space while I'm feeling this way, so I'm saying goodbye for now. Thank you for everything. Thank you for being you.

Be kind to yourselves and take care.

I'll see you around.

-Micado ♡

[wiltkingart]

Hi!! I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate and adore your art… I keep coming back to your blog and I’m enamoured by your work every time. The fact you draw traditionally masculine and relatively bulky characters as non op trans men makes me extraordinarily happy and overjoyed. I now know it’s okay to take up space and not have to water myself down lest I come across as unpleasant or scary but I think if I saw anything remotely similar to your art when I was young and newly out I would have had a lot more confidence knowing that it’s okay to do that.

-sol

hello, thank you sol. i've come to a place in my headspace where breasts are such a basic and neutral trait, and the decision to not have them removed has little to do with my own thoughts on masculinity or femininity, or where i fall on that spectrum. so drawing them on masc or bulky men simply feels good and natural. i wish for a world where this is largely true outside my art. but messages like this remind me that i can have an impact on making that reality possible. and that gives me hope.

i think its a common fear among trans men to worry about taking up too much space, too. but as long as you remind yourself that you are taking up exactly the space that you are meant to - a new space, one where you can actually breathe and be yourself - then you'll be alright. we'll all be alright.

[gruftiela]

To whom it may concern:

I see a lot of people struggling with life and their mental health at the moment. I can relate, autumn is a tough time with less and less daylight (living in Sweden) but lots of work and expectations from people around. While the world is on fire, life throws you (rotten) lemons and you're still supposed to function like nothing happened. Please, take care of yourself and get help to get better - it's not weakness but a sign of growth and strength.

Don't let anyone pressure you into doing stuff that's not important and don't apologise for not writing. Everything has its time, now is the time to take care of yourself. ❤️

@lokischambermaid @glitchquake @mochie85 @sarahscribbles @wheredafandomat @peachyjinx @cleo-fox @lokisgoodgirl @lokisprettygirl @gigglingtiggerv2 @ijuststareatstuffhereok89

[ask-shane]

Hi Shane! I just wanted to just say that... you genuinely are one of the reasons I have to keep going in life, as silly as it sounds it's true and I viewing your tumblr every now and then. Genuinely makes my day worth while

(OP, I really adore seeing how much thought you put in answering a lot of these asks and over all bringing him to life /srs)

- ☁️

you know, it means a lot to know my being here can make a difference to you at all... even if it's just me posting some stupid shit on the internet.

i'm gonna be vulnerable here— you do a similar thing for me. talking to you all feels a hell of a lot less lonely than being alone with my thoughts.

hang in there. we'll get through this.

[thepathetickind]

I get tired from my own thoughts, don't know if I make a step forward, as if I'm walking in the desert,

by laurenmaerie, on my own

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Ending Friendships

Positively DBT -BPD, Autism, ADHD Peer Support

[sagaverse]

Here to make an official announcement that, yes, SagaVerse is canceled, finished, nada.

Hi there peeps and readers that followed through the funky saga of this multiverse until now, not Rev or Levi this time as they are both busy. Gremlin tophat to serve you on a last post of announcement as you'll have seen in red above. SagaVerse is officially canceled. There are many reasons for this, but the main one is that Revolvius has finally completely turned the page on the fandom, while Undertale in itself had been a joy and great inspiration, the fandom was a different story, I won't lie I had expected the series to be closed earlier before now, for both his own good and interest, but never too late I guess.

Some asked about what would become of the cast, like the sweet Nocturne boi. Unfortunately, their stories will remain in the dark, unless we decide to post the drafts of their backstories, which is less than likely.

You are free to use the characters for your creativity, draw them if you want, write about them, craft them, anything your mind may thrive for as long as it is not something heinous and goes under the moral of good sense, with credits of course even if the saga is no more.

The blog won't be touched, though do not expect any sort of update from it, aside from if we decide to delete this blog for reasons of our own.

As for the members of the Team, you can always support us individually :

@revolvius has commissions open and won't stop to art his way in life, now more interested in RainWold with his other blog named @rw-repurposed

@leonightwater25 has a comic of their own named Not a Tale (linked to the prologue page), and they also have their commissions open as well, have a look, they do wonderful work ;)

@levi-weaver and @xtrastuff both are writers with their own worlds and creations, you can find Xtra on Ao3, Levy has college and can unfortunately not focus much on that however

@unclespr also has his own world and creations, you can look at his Discord server (the link will expire in a week) to see it

As for @theia-diki (tophat gremlin), I have commissions open, and occasionally post on media, though rare now

Thank you all for your support, and we hope you all get to find your passion and go through life with it ^^

Stay determined, and don't be afraid to change path.

As a last, have this Nocturne I had done some time ago haha

The sweetest baby for last :3

[pinokkiohh]

;3

[bloodpen-to-paper]

Heya, I don't plan to talk about it much but due to what happened with forever, who was my fav and really the heart of the project for me, I'm probably not going to post about Qsmp much anymore. Or if I do, it'll take a while. But please read if you're in the same boat as me, its kind of a ramble and you can skip certain parts but I'd like to hear your thoughts. The last couple of paragraphs touch on some stuff that I hope can help be worth your while, whether you're here for the Qsmp stuff or the mental health part.

Now this is absolutely not to say the rest of the project doesn't matter or that people should give up on it. The Qsmp is incredible and should be known for what it has achieved: breaking language barriers and uniting communities. Its wonderful, unique, and still has so much to offer in terms of content creation, so please don't let the whole of it be tarnished for what happened with one creator (we've seen that before already and it sucks). Personally, it got me back into streaming content/mcyt and I'd like to stay more present this time, its so much fun and its nice knowing I can sort of drift back and forth when new things pop up. If you're in the same boat, I encourage you to not feel like its all over immediately if you still feel a passion for this kind of work, maybe you won't get back into it but maybe you just need a bit of time. Whatever you feel, as long as you're happy and having fun you're doing it right.

So, personal feelings (which I suck at but its better than bottling my thoughts and I encourage others to do the same). I'm fucking devastated lmao. His character was my absolute hyperfixation, I'm talking 24/7 brainrot for months. I haven't felt this passionate for a character since dsmp, I honestly didn't know I could still do it. But there's another layer. I live in the U.S., and I'm Brasilian-American. In the U.S., you don't hear anyone saying shit about Brasil. You hear a lot about Mexico, but nothing really south of that, and if you do its usually about sexualizing Brasilian women or narcotics and gang stuff. Not the best representation for little me, admittedly. When you-know-who won the Qsmp Election, y'all I felt something in me spark to life that I hadn't felt since we won the Olympic soccer tournament in Rio in 2016. I'm proud to be Brasilian, I've always been proud of it, but its a pride that's been limited to sports and my own personal experiences. To see myself represented, to see Brasil naturally enter the conversation for a piece of media I loved that I didn't know would have us, and to see us win something, phew, shit got me higher than my wisdom tooth removal. We Brasilians banded together to secure the win, and what's more, my fav cc on the project was the one at the center. I felt so happy, for my country, my community, and for myself. And I know recent events might taint that memory for some of us, but I refuse to look back on my feelings from back then negatively. That was one of the best damn moments in my chronically online life, and I will always remember it with pride and joy, along with the many other moments when this wonderful server made me proud to be me.

So, naturally, when the news hit I was pretty fucked up over it. Still am tbh, but better now that I've had sleep (though it took me a while to fall asleep because of course my sleep gets ruined by bad feelings, bleh). All this to ultimately say it sucks. Like, it really fucking sucks. The anxiety, the disappointment, the sadness, and the uncertainty of "what now?". Might be sounding dramatic but again, 24/7 brainrot/serotonin supply for months that connected me to my culture abruptly cut off because of pedophile allegations. C'mon Satan, I already have to go to therapy, you didn't have to kick this horse while it was down. Joking aside, if you feel as absolute dogshit as I do and have that kind of anxiety where the world feels like its about to end because moments like these leave you with the rug pulled out from under you and the uncertainty leaves you not knowing what to do with your life after this... well, welcome to the boat, bathroom's on the lower deck and snacks are in the lobby. And also I'm here, and everyone else who's been left in the same crummy place emotionally. We're here together, and I hope that can help you, cause I know for me the worst part is feeling alone in it all, but I'm not, and neither are you. We're here, holding hands and cursing existence for putting us here and making us so sensitive and giving us something great only for it to end up hurting us. We're here, and if you wanna say anything, my DMs, comments, asks, whatever you'd want to talk through, are all open.

Now comes the hardest part: acknowledgement and playing the waiting game. Like I said, if you're feeling like me, this kind of anxiety and disappointment has you feeling like its all over. So now's when you gotta remind yourself that the only thing that's over is this moment in your life when you enjoyed a Thing. That Thing can have meant a lot to you, it could have gotten you out of really dark places, and it could be something you'll still think about down the line. It can be something like minecraft cube people that you (I) got way too emotionally attached to. And for whatever reason, that Thing could have meant the absolute world, whether other people would've understood it or not. Its not your fault it ended the way it did, life just does that sometimes, as unsatisfying of an answer as that is. But its true, and its an important lesson. The Thing is over.

You know what's not over though? You. You're life. Whatever the hell you are doing and will do in the future. If this was the best thing in your life you had going for you, I am so fucking sorry. You deserved to be happy with it, we both did. But I promise you, this Thing is a moment in your story, not the whole story. This really was the source of my joy for the past few months, and if its the same for you, I see you. We can feel like shit together, along with the rest of this wonderful community who understand it too. And you know what else we're gonna do? Live, and move on. Not now, maybe not for while, but we're human beings, we persist (sometimes that might look like you're dragging your battered self out of a trench smelling like depression and expired cheese, but you'll get out of the trench, we both will). There's too much to life for this to be what stops you from finding the rest, whether that's some dramatic life change that completely changes the world as you know it for the better... or just figuring out what comes next. Taking a shower, watching that movie you were waiting for the right moment to watch (I'd say this qualifies), setting up a therapy appointment maybe. Whatever you do to feel like a person again, you have that to do, and later down the road you'll have new Things that give it all meaning. So keep yourself going, hit up me or others who would get it, and do what you gotta do to let it pass. Because it will pass.

Deep breaths friend, I'll be cheering for you when it does

[praesparo]

heyyy folks! been a bit MIA between working & being preoccupied doing other things as i let the queue run out. i'm gonna spend tonight vibing still & return tomorrow to reply to some beautiful drafts <3