#takes a week to heal

[alexei-home-fromthewar-at-last]

IT HAPPENED AGAIN!

IF ONE MORE THING GOES WRONG WITH MY BODY, I’M GONNA—

*another thing goes wrong with my body*

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Swapping tips on how to be a bestie in the bath.

[itslilacokay]

CHOSENWEEK FINALE : CELEBRATION / HEALING

happy birthday bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! /silly

anyways thats all the days compleeete! now i can finally say this..

ChosenWeek will officially come to a close on [November 6 at 12 AM GMT+8].

why that time specifically? welllll im aware that people have different timezones, like for example it could be november 5 for me but its still the 4th for some others which means its still chosenweek for that part of the world

so me setting it at november 6 will at least have me make sure that its at least near or exactly november 5 for all of us!

dw i have it already scheduled so when it comes up then it. comes up yeah

[mitamicah]

First sketch after top surgery: thank you for your patience and for the love 🤗🥹

[iliothermia]

Anons are off because I'm done with people lying in my inbox, insulting me, and just piling on. I am one person who is trying to deal with hatred from multiple sides but those sending these messages see themselves as just one person throwing in their opinion because you can't see the other 15 messages I get insulting me for the same thing. I feel like I've been clear about my stance and why I function how I do in my small space online. If you find issue with how I function then please just unfollow me and leave me alone. I'll be offline for a while but I appreciate everyone who's sent me caring messages and things to consider a lot. I'm genuinely disappointed though, that this all comes from me saying I love my Jewish community and I hope they're doing okay- My first message directed at supporting other Jews I've made, after months of reaffirming my care for Palestine. Stay safe yall.

[rueclfer]

i need everyone to stop saying touya todoroki is dead unless you want me to end up in a psych ward

[adrift-in-thyme]

May I request Fairy Time and Hyrule doing some wing care or teaching the others how to help them take care of their wings?

Yes you absolutely may! Tysm anon!! I hope you don’t mind a bit of angst with all the softness

CW for one mention of blood

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“How long has it been since you did this?”

Hyrule runs gentle fingers over Time’s wings. They spread grandly on either side, hues of soft greens and delicate blue-violets reflecting the sun’s smiling rays. Usually, they are colored in bold crimson and royal blue, which clash like swords on a battlefield. But today they take on a more tired appearance. Faded, they have begun to droop discouragingly.

Time has never admitted it, but Hyrule has eyes. It doesn’t take a genius to realize that his wings change when something is wrong. More often than not, they herald the disturbance before it can truly become known. A flash of forest green and the next thing he knows Time is fading into the mist in search of solitude.

…or collapsing in the middle of the trail.

Now, Time hums, sounding distracted. His hands lie in his lap. Absently, he twists his wedding band back and forth so quickly it is liable to rub a rash into his skin.

(Another nervous habit of his Hyrule has picked up on.)

“I’m not certain,” he admits, after a moment of quiet contemplation. The words are spoken with an air of something so desperate to be flippant. “I’ve been occupied with other matters.”

Hyrule blows out a weary sigh.

Other matters like worrying about all of us.

True, things have been strained amongst the heroes since Twilight’s injury. And as unofficial leader — and the rancher’s ancestor — Time has borne the brunt of it all. But still….

Malon had warned him about this.

“Oh, he just doesn’t take care of himself.” She had whispered during a visit to the ranch months ago after Time had fallen asleep at the dinner table. Head resting on her shoulder, he slept far deeper than he had in days.

“I’m not askin’ y’all to hover or anything. Heaven knows you’ve got enough on your plates as it is. But…just check in once in a while, will ya, loves? I don’t want him to lose himself while trying to take care of everyone else.”

Hyrule can’t help but feel that he has failed. The events of the past weeks have left their mark upon him too. Exhaustion has hounded him at every turn, dragging him down so heavily that he has nearly collapsed beneath it. And yet, he had noticed the signs. The quietness, the reservation, the increase in snappishness…the fear. But he had done nothing about them.

It wasn’t until Time had asked if he had taken the time to care for his own wings that he realized he hadn’t seen the older hero settle down to tend to his own lately.

He winces as he weaves the spell into some of the worse areas, mainly gathered around a large scar. These large wings, normally so bright with magic and life, have begun to lose their glimmer. Frightened, they shrivel, curling in one themselves to shield from the light.

With wings like this, flying will soon become agonizing.

Would he have tried to anyway? Hyrule doesn’t want to know the answer to that question.

Solitude can be harmful. He knows that far too well. But sometimes he wonders just how much of his life Time has spent alone to end up believing it is the only way to get by. Even after this family they have formed along the paths of hardship, even after Malon, it seems to be the road most familiar to the hero.

“You can always ask me, you know.”

He has been gentle this entire time, even more so than he is with his own wings. But with this part, he is extra cautious. He threads the healing magic into Time’s veins with the delicacy of one handling glass.

“I know it’s hard to take care of your wings yourself. And I know it’s even harder to trust others to do it for you. But…” He swallows as his fingertips graze the scar.

What had occurred to create such a chasm? To his knowledge, Time has never spoken of the event. Sometimes, he wonders if he ever will.

“You trust me…right, old man?”

Time looks up, fingers stilling at last.

“Of course, I do, traveler,” he says, softly. “I don’t mean to make it seem like I don’t.”

“Then, let me help you. Please?”

“I’m allowing you to now, aren’t I?”

The traveler huffs. “You know what I mean.”

“I do. It doesn’t mean I can’t tease.”

There is a smile in his voice, and Hyrule is glad of it. Even still, if the hero believes he’s going to escape without a proper reply, he is sorely mistaken. If Hyrule is known for anything, it’s his infinite stubbornness.

“Come on, old man,” he urges, softly. “Promise me you’ll ask someone to help tend to your wings when you need it. It doesn’t even have to be me. Just ask someone, please.”

Time’s wings are beginning to improve now. Threads of vibrant red glow from beneath the green. Like blood on new cloth, they spread, engulfing the other colors. He watches, slightly awed.

“I love you, Time,” he murmurs. “I don’t want you enduring pain just cause you don’t want to be a burden.”

For a long moment, Time says nothing. The only sounds are the subdued jingles of the spell twined about Hyrule’s fingers and the harmony of their breaths. It is peaceful in a pensive sort of way.

Then, “alright,” he says in a voice taut with emotion. “But only if you allow me to help you when you need it. Don’t think I don’t see how you struggle to remember your own welfare. You are too selfless for your own good.”

Hyrule chuckles. “Well, I could say the same about you.”

A small smile lifts Time’s lips. “Such is the path of the hero, I suppose.”

“Yeah.” The traveler’s gaze goes to the scar once more. “I guess.”

Silence pads in on soft, silken paws and settles down cozily. Time goes back to rotating his ring, though the motions are slower, calmer this time. Hyrule turns his full attention to finishing his task. Above them, the sun smiles, and Time’s wings transfer it in panes of pale red upon the blades of grass.

“Traveler?” Time’s voice is so quiet it is hardly above a whisper. It nudges aside the quiet, murmurs with the wind.

When the hero is in his fairy form, it is as though he is of the nature that surrounds them; as at home amongst the towering trees and great sky, stones and moss and gurgling streams, as the fleet-footed deer or furtive foxes.

Hyrule looks up, head cocked in question. “Yeah?”

“Thank you. And…” Time smiles, so soft it erases years of anguished hardship from his visage. “I love you too.”

The traveler smiles.

[harrywavycurly]

As corny as it sounds this is why people tell you to tell the ones you love that you love them every chance you get because you truly don’t know if it’ll be the last time you’ll get to.

[pastafossa]

Idk who needs to hear this but if something traumatic happened to you a while back and you've been doing well healing, and then have an incident that prompts an anxiety attack, that's ok. It doesn't diminish the progress you've made. It doesn't mean you've fucked up. It doesn't mean it'll never get better. It doesn't mean you're getting worse. It just means you've got some more healing to do.

[the-art-ghost]

How am I not dead???

Hii friends!! So I’m still recovering:3 oopsie

But fr I’ve been getting better day by day so I thank my lucky stars that it isn’t super horrible, but I haven’t been able to properly draw or do anything of late…

Emphasis on properly

It turns out if I take my time and rest a lot I can do small doodles, and I have my whole left hand

So behold what I have been working on for the past couple of days

I put my whole Ghostussy into this-

It’s not perfect, but it is mine

I tried my best and I can be proud of that

I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did :) I had a lot of fun making this

Host out <3

[anxiousapplepie]

Do young roses start out with the ridiculous regeneration of a white rose until they settle into whatever color they really are, or do the kids have to worry about missing weeks of their life just because someone got mad at them (staring at young Barbara).

They DO! :D White is the perfect colors for Rose buds, as they can regrow limbs very quickly and can come back from the dead within minutes no matter how badly you dice them. As they start settling into their first color, their healing magic will adapt with it, making them heal slower but gain stronger wood wood as a result Tinted, pale and lighter colored Roses as a rule have very good healing magic. Usually. XD

[ninyard]

I would love to just sit on a roof top and talk to you about anything and everything. Hear all of your opinions on everything.

Wait what the hell that’s so sweet I’m the mayor of yapsville when you get me started on something I have An Opinion on, so I promise you’d probably quickly regret it.

But picture us. Me and you on a roof. And I tell you the following, as the wind blows our hair and the sun starts to set:

- Andrew helps Renee dye her hair

- When they move in together, Andrew always finds his t-shirts or random belongings shoved under Neil’s pillow. Harmless stuff, but usually stuff that belongs to Andrew. Kept safe, untouchable below his pillow like the few belongings he had in the beginning.

- Dyslexic Kevin Day

- Allison helps Neil get his hair back into a good condition when he starts to grow it out post-TKM. She helps him do treatments and recommends the best products. She braids it when it gets long enough. She shows him how to properly tie it back, she teaches him how to properly look after the texture in his hair.

- Andrew has a folder in his camera roll for nobody else but himself of things that make him smile on the inside. Most of the time it’s stupid things, like a terrible advertisement stuck to a lamp post, or an ugly dog, or an awfully parked car. Silly things that make him laugh that he screenshots or snaps a picture of. There’s eventually hundreds of pictures in there. There’s photos of Neil, when he falls asleep on Andrew’s shoulder and Andrew’s too proud to tell him how cute he looked. Photos of Neil in his suit before a banquet, photos of him doing dishes or handing him dinner. There’s photos of Andrew and Renee after they’ve been sparring. There’s photos of things he’s seen in stores that remind him of Kevin, or Neil, or Renee. Sometimes Aaron. There’s even a few photos of Kevin in there, too. Nobody know this folder exists. Not even Neil, who doesn’t even know half of the photos of himself in there even exist. Because it’s just for Andrew. It’s just for him to collect the little joys in his life now that he can somewhat actually feel it.

- Kevin has to wear a brace on his hand/wrist every now and again, and he still sees a physiotherapist once every few months to check up on his hand.

- Matt goes to Andrew the first time he thinks about relapsing. He doesn’t even think about it. Neil is very confused when he comes back to the dorm to find Matt and Andrew playing video games together, but doesn’t question it.

- Dan tags along to night practice every now and again. Nobody acknowledges that she isn’t usually there, they just let her join them on the court and practice as usual. It makes Kevin really happy, actually, to see her trying to better her skills with them. Usually she just joins them when she can’t sleep and needs to get out of her head.

- On the OG foxes last night together before the first of them graduate, they all find themselves around a fire pit in one of their parents houses, or on property Allison rented out, and they tell each other stories and share some confessions in a mostly-funny, kind of emotional way. They cry and laugh and hug and shock each other with some of the things they say but it’s a really beautiful moment before they’re finally split up for the first time

- Dyslexic Kevin Day (again)

[teyrnacousland]

I think it's fun that different characters give a different time period for how long Rook was in the Fade Prison. Both because everyone's perception of time is different (and gets weird when you add grief to the mix) and because it means we can headcanon how long it took each specific Rook to get out of there based on how well we think they'd have managed their regrets

[hythlodaes]

glamtober day nineteen - magic

[redstringraven]

do your ocs have any pets (or would they like to have any)? do they consider their pet(s) part of the family, essentially their baby, their best friend, or maybe view them as a working partner for getting the job done?

*DEEP, EXCITED INHALE!!!!* omg pet and/or animal question. TuT!!! thank you so much.

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CASSIA nope! cassia's never had a pet. i think she's the type of person who's content not having a pet of her own but does enjoy being around the pets her friends have. if she ever were to have a pet, it'd probably be something like... pet jellyfish. a species that's easy to take care of. they look cool, their tanks make relaxing water sounds, they don't destroy your things, and they're usually not a huge time commitment. they'd still get names, tho. because duh. buuut overall, again, she doesn't really desire having a pet of her own.

she adores klunk and gets to chill with him plenty. same goes for spoon, even if the little guy often sticks to raph like glue. she USED to get a little antsy around casey's adopted golden retriever, lady, but over time as gotten less nervous with lady's presence. if lady starts barking, cassia might sidle a little closer to whichever turtle is standing nearby. the turtles have also picked up on her anxiety around dogs and, if lady comes barreling toward her in joyous greeting, at least one of the guys will side-step between cassia and the in-coming torpedo of sloppy kisses and full-body wiggles.

NYXRAM you probably already guessed it but, no, nyxram didn't have any pets growing up. and, post-rebellion, she'll still tell you she doesn't have any "pets". however.

with her father MIA and her mother now in high-security custody, nyxram is on the path to inheriting the estate of akeron (the piece of rock where she was raised). while it's technically not hers ""legally""... it IS empty, as its only real purpose was to be an isolated location for her creation, training and development.

one of the first things the rebellion did, after zanramon was removed from power, was turn over the arena. after the remaining gladiators had been relocated, the question of what to do with the animals rose.

several of them had been born in captivity--specifically for use in the games--and had never experienced living in their natural habitats. many more had sustained some sort of injury where releasing them would be a death sentence all its own. the rebellion was at a bit of a loss, unsure what to do with them. and, well... akeron sure is just floating there. collecting space dust.

nyxram volunteered the estate to serve as a sort of sanctuary for the remaining animals. there was some push back, as ...well, most of them are dangerous (and also, are we sure it's a good idea to give an assassin a bunch of dangerous animals?), but she'd made up her mind. nyxram and her squad now care for the surviving animals, kept in various paddocks and enclosures built on akeron.

while nyxram, personally, hasn't named any of them--and she doesn't call them "pets", because they're not--the squad has loosely assigned names to a few of the critters they've either grown attached to or are scared of, to the point the animal needs a specific method of identification to serve as a warning. nyxram, grax, and ceron are the three who spend the most time directly around the animals or in close proximity to them (they're the most capable of protecting themselves), whereas ranzar and zuron only help out if necessary or by doing 'behind the scenes' stuff like food prep.

traximus technically isn't part of the squad. when he does visit akeron, he often goes out of his way to avoid interactions with the animals. not only do they make him uneasy (some even triggering painful memories), but he's aware that he has a similar effect on several of them.

i wouldn't say nyxram sees the animals as 'her babies', friends, or even working partners. she sees them for what they are. BUT, there's also an obvious extended empathy and compassion for them, as they're also victims of the arena's cruelty. the squad is under strict instructions to only raise a hand to one of the animals if their own survival is on the line. she wants to give those who survived the most peace she can during what remains of their lives.

GWYN growing up and present day, gwyn doesn't have any pets. and she isn't the type of person to consider pets as "pets", either; she would definitely see them as 'her baby' or 'a friend' or 'working partner', etc. though, this is more in acknowledging that the animal experiences emotions, has a personality, may have other bonds of its own, and has things it does or doesn't like--but in its own animal way--and less about full anthropomorphism (seeing the animal as 'another person').

i've said a few times that gwyn has a strong love and compassion for both animal and plant life, and a huge part of that is because, early on, she discovered that... animals didn't care she was a bad omen.

with her community, even when she'd "play by the rules" and do her best to listen and showcase that she could be good, other liáfsians still shunned her (and in many cases, her standing with them got worse). but animals? respecting their rules, their space, giving them time to see you're good? they respond to that. even if it's just continuing to graze and eat rather than immediately run from your presence.

when ash couldn't be by her side, the company of animals kept her from being completely isolated and lonely. sometimes they'd even share things: their food, shelter, warmth and protection. she felt more welcome and accepted among them than she ever had in her own community. by the time she had to flee liáfsini with ash and the shapeshifting weapon, she'd established herself with several of the fauna native to the realm's light woods.

it's important to note that, despite any joking on MY end of things, gwyn isn't delusional in thinking that all animals are capable of being "befriended", and she knows many aren't safe to be around or handle or interact directly with. her eagerness to learn about them and be around them is not without respect for what they are and what they're capable of. sometimes the 'best' you can do is a silent arrangement to safely "co-exist" in close proximity with an animal. respect their rules once you know them; don't fuck with them, they don't fuck with you.

presently, the closest thing gwyn has to pets would be the time she spends around klunk and spoon (and lady, when casey's around). to say she adores them would be an understatement. she also has a habit of sharing some of the food scraps she keeps on her with strays, eager to earn their trust if they'll have her but more than happy to just provide them with a meal if they won't.

raph hasn't introduced her to ms. morrison, so she hasn't met lucy yet. it likely won't be until after the events surrounding gwyn end that she'll get to meet ms. morrison (raph's already protective of her, as well as her home being a bit of a get-away for himself, so the idea of ms. morrison somehow getting tangled up in all of this--even in a small way... is simply not going to be humored).

gwyn HAS met some baby 'green men'! she and mikey crossed paths with raph while he was playing hide-and-seek with the little guys. she wants to get to interact with them and their mother more. even tho... they are... stinky.

ASH as likely expected, to mirror gwyn's answer: growing up and in present day, ash doesn't have any pets. while she does share gwyn's admiration and respect for animals, she doesn't experience the same draw to them nor eagerness to earn their trust. ash did deal with some of the social "side-effects" of being a twin, but since she was the 'older' twin and, thus, the 'original soul', she was still given chances and opportunities to takes part in the community. she didn't have the same sense of emptiness and loneliness to fill that gwyn did.

although ash is still able to pick up on an animal's behavior and 'rules', she doesn't quite have the same keen eye or ability to adapt as gwyn does. if faced with a predator, or an animal giving a threat display, ash is more likely to succumb to her anxiety and react in ways she "shouldn't". gwyn will hold her ground and might even have a chance of psyching the animal out or calming it down.

i got on a bit of a tangent there, but i figured it was worth mentioning since ash otherwise doesn't have much of an answer to this question, given her living situation was similar to gwyn's and she's been in the shapeshifting weapon ever since.

she enjoys talking to klunk when he loafs on or around gwyn, and there have been a few times she's asked gwyn to throw her so lady can fetch her (gwyn absolutely will not do this, and she gets a little antsy and irritable when ash asks).

there IS a chance, in the future, that ash will have a ragdoll cat and/or a samoyed dog, but we ain't there yet.

[venacoeurva]

The twin cousins to "he would not say that", "He would not be a good parent" and "He would not be a parent at all"