#tideheart

[the-griffons-saddlebag]

𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝙎𝙪𝙗𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨!⁠ Hit the link in my story today for this new Barbarian subclass: the Tideheart! Exclusively for $5+ supporters as part of their pledge, included with the art, cards, compendiums, and other bonuses that they receive!⁠ ⁠ Barbarians who walk the Path of the Tideheart are attuned to the primal forces of water, drawing strength from its unyielding power and ever-changing nature. These fierce warriors have unlocked the secrets of water’s versatility, transforming them into mighty storms that can’t be held at bay. Their rage ebbs and flows between power and agility, allowing them to tear through battlefields with unparalleled ease. Whether roaring like a wave or finding stillness beneath a waterfall, these barbarians are a primal force to be reckoned with who harness their inner calm before unleashing the tempest within.⁠ ⁠ - Crash into enemies like a wave to pummel them backward!⁠ - Move out of harm's way and evade opportunity attacks when you strike!⁠ - Create a magical calm, like a still pool, amidst the raging tides within!⁠ ⁠ Keep on adventuring! ___ ✨ Patrons get huge perks! Access this and hundreds of other item cards, art files, and compendium entries when you support The Griffon's Saddlebag on Patreon for less than $10 a month!

[ghastimart]

cats cats we’re the cats -

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[fighting-instinct-blog]

@tideheart​ is blue. literally. the fun size horse to make you notice your frostbite?

It’s a special sort of cold here, and the small pieces of magical life and occurrences do little to help counter it or her boredom. The “spots of color” like the Glassgreen really are the only pieces of color in Eidolon.

Even this... tiny, tiny inquisitive horse that she’s found herself petting awkwardly after some insistent nudging, is as monochrome as most of the landscape.

Ironic, considering the pony’s presumed handler is... anything but. And she thought she was best described as blue. Sasume eyes the sea-skinned man, near-aloof expression almost wondering as to his presence, as if she’s not stroking his sort-of-furry friend by head and chin both.

“He—she?—is fine. Almost thought they were trying to eat my bracelet at first, though.”

[illusixnry]

19 & 34!

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

I had been considering talking about it regardless, yet my answer for this relates to something I don’t quite want to bring up just yet due to it kind of heading into spoiler territory/things I haven’t quite written too much on, so I’ll leave it at that for now, unfortunately.

34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous?

Revengeful? Yes, very much so. It’s rare for him to actually want to seek revenge, but when he does, he’ll try to get it no matter what. Of course, he’d have to outright despise someone to want to seek revenge. If someone manages to see through his lies and illusions, honestly, they’re halfway there.

[gayleafpool]

i followed you thinking you were mainly a warrior cats blog.i was tricked.i was bamboozled. i love your pjo content (tideheart truly is the superior percy cat name)

was it the username that threw you off <3 thank u i am glad u like my stuff!!

[verbosemoth]

I'm calling my wc sona Tideheart she's Riverclan

[seafaired-archive-blog]

Maybe it won't fluster, but consider that in the cramped conditions of a ship there's no escaping the brush of shoulders, or the act of leaning over a shorter lieutenant to point on a map, and a quiet voice too close to the shorter's ear. There will be moments when boundaries are forgotten and a hand lingers on a shoulder for too long, or when half-clothed bodies press too close in squeezing through small living spaces. Maybe it won't fluster, but it's enough to go mad on. |TH's William @ Archie

                           FLUSTER THE KIDS                                  @tidehearted

Words dipped in honey spill from lips released from the gentle pressure of his own teeth; darkening in colour from a nervous habit of biting down when words fail. Hands have long since grown calloused  /  not at all like the hands he used to have before  -  when all they touched had been the wood out of which stages were built and the fine fabric of expensive costumes made to rip and tear. 

Passion fuels the arts, it bleeds into the movement of the body, if not so, it wouldn’t be half as amusing to watch. To press the palm of his hand against the chest of the other man  /  linger there before a shoving playfully as laughter rings like a sweet bell across the silence of the night. The song of church bells calling the children home from the meadows. Drops of dew linger in his hair when he has to stand on his toes to fling his arm across the shoulder of the other man; remaining there, side pressed to side, for far longer than would have been approved of. 

Mornings are the hard part when shirt remains in his hand and golden hair spills freely across his shoulders  /  wild and untamed in nature as curls are not yet subdued by the queue. Words aren’t enough to voice how badly he wants the other to drag his fingers through them, for those hands which he knows just to be as rough as his own surely would look far nicer wrapped around them than any black fabric ever could be.  

Berths filled with people sitting close together is nothing but the norm now; pressed close there is no reason for anyone to see two sitting even closer, and if he was to blame the taste of wine upon his lips who could even blame him? Face pressed in the nook of the other man’s neck  /  lips wandering against the skin, playing nothing but the drunk boy again, cheeks the rosy colour of intoxication while nothing could be further from the truth. If he was to swing his legs across the lap of the other  /  if he was to lay his head down in a lap with a book between his line of vision, proclaiming that he had to study, who was to tell him that he couldn’t? 

[tabardalon-blog]

@tideheart

“Is this yours?”

You’d intended to go on a full patrol; left the bunkhouse with your jaw set, determined not to come back until you’d mapped every building in this place, met every resident, found yourself a serviceable weapon. Surely they sell swords somewhere here. Maybe an axe. Gods, you’d take a sturdy stick at this point.

Instead--the pain of dying (you’d almost forgotten) had gotten to you, and you’d ended up here instead of out in the white wastes: a stable, close enough to the bunkhouses to provide convenient refuge. The stalls were bare but you didn’t need much more than some quiet and a chance to catch some ragged breaths. And then you’d heard a noise--and peeked over the wall, and--

“It just seems a little small, if it is.”

You feel like if this man were to sit on this little horse, it’d fall right over.

[infectedvessel-blog]

@tideheart

it probably wasn't proper to spend so much time in the crystal château while also not believing in diaidem. well, that wasn't quite the right phrasing. the hollow knight was sure that diaidem existed, how else would everyone have gotten here, but it didn't worship her at all. it had its own gods to worry about.

no, the draw to the crystal château was that it was like home. the glasswork and the metalwork, while different, reminded the hollow knight of the white palace. of its dear king and queen. of its parents. lingering here reminded it of better times.

still, it couldn't spend forever here.

on its way out, it was surprised when the door connected with someone trying to make their way in to the château. oh dear.

“i��m.... so sorry... are you alright..?”

[plotbunnie]

Updates + Action Plan

ok y’all I’ve been lounging & recovering from moving + finals hell for like a week I think it’s about time I get shit rolling again. I’ve got a pretty extensive list of commissions to finish, along with blog updates & maintenance, but the first orders of business are showering so I don’t feel gross, and getting ahold of my mother so I can take her out for a late mother’s day dinner ( she doesn’t like to pick up the phone D: ) . Aside from that, I have some school related loose ends I want to make absolutely sure are tied up, since misinformation seems to be the name of the game, here at good ol’ CCAD, and between all that I’m fairly certain I won’t be doing a lot online today. The short version of my to-do list for the remainder of the week is as follows:

create a tagging system for that aesthetic blog where I just hoard shit

update @ofsubtlearts​ to the new bio layout I’ve been using for @tidehearted​ & update any missing info.

overhaul @technicallyaferret​ 100% complete with new bio & new headcanons- & possibly even a new FC, idk, I do like Dane but also there might be better options.

finish adding new muses to @tidehearted​

finish updating info/adding verses to existing muses on @tidehearted​

work on clearing out commission pileup ( not too hard- most of them are smol/simple things, with just 2 big pieces to work on, with very loose timelines )

This is one of those ‘go hard or go home’ weeks for me, and I’m going to be in ‘hardcore’ mode until my goals are achieved. That said, while I am around doing these things, I would be more than happy to do some plotting for my HP boys while I work on bringing them back. Once the above list is complete, I fully intend to give my HP multi the same overhaul treatment that Draco is getting, except y’know. Bigger because there’s around 13 muses on there- but that’s for the next go big or go home week.

I can’t get much more unpacking done pretty much until next weekend at best, so there is very little I can do around the house until then. I’m still running on my mobile hotspot ( which I’ve learned if I keep my phone on the windowsill it works fairly well- I just can’t take my phone ANYWHERE else or it takes ages to reconnect to service ), and we won’t be getting internet for 1-2 weeks, so here’s hoping I don’t go crazy from all the slowness and waiting.

[pirequehideux-a-blog]

[edited!]: This post is now just being used as personal reference for a big project going forward! Don’t mind it, PSAs will come when needed!

The current sitch:

Presently I have 3 tumblr accounts I have any possible intention on using: 

my personal ( mainblog: skykinks ) which I use to follow IRL folks, artblogs, and other junk. It’s really messy, though, and I don’t log on as much as I want to. It also sort of acts as the ‘holding’ place for all my inactive sideblogs so I don’t have to feel guilty looking at URLs I’m not active on. Also currently the home of my artblog, which is a sideblog.

main RP account ( mainblog: pirequehideux ) which I use for general RP purposes. Great and all, but all my follows come from one RP blog which is currently in desperate need of an overhaul.

side RP account ( mainblog: marmoriites ) which is a??? RP account I made to house all my anime RP shit ( which is frankly mostly Voltron ), and while I really love the worldbuilding I did there, and am really happy with my muses, I don’t like the fandom and don’t feel like reaching out so... these blogs are getting shoved in the graveyard but I don’t want to abandon all the work? marmoriites started out as a sideblog and shouldn’t be TOO hard to move back to one, that way I can at least keep my #branding and my content easily accessible.

Between the first two accounts, I have-- a SHITTON of sideblogs. ( though I’m putting my full blog list here, just so all my info is in one spot )

pirequehideux - Altered Plot Phantom of the Opera. Needs a bit of a characterization overhaul. Might??? Go quiet for a while as I want to use my version of the story to make an actual graphic novel for publishing, since Leroux’s book is open license and I’ve literally written my own version!

tidehearted - Age of Sail multimuse. Not going anywhere, just needs to be polished & have some muses added.

ferrousstars - Panfandom multi for muses that don’t fit anywhere else, or whose fandoms I avoid getting too deep in. I’ve also been using it to sort of store some RPC type stuff?? Needs muses added, might have more going on- but that’ll be below.

neutralreborn - Tolkien AU Melkor. Needs a bit of a re-vamp for characterization.

forgedinflame - Tolkien Gothmog/Kosomot who might as well be an OC for all the character development I’ve given him, versus his minimal canon appearances, & has a billion AUs that make him accessible in almost any fandom- except Age of Sail because he fucking hates water. Needs to have more information added.

elvesbehavingbadly - Tolkien multimuse Needs completely rebuilt tbh, and needs characters/details added. Huge project tbh.

ofsubtlearts - HP Severus Snape. All HP blogs need a disclaimer/selectivity update. Needs some verses added and some info updated/re-organized.

technicallyaferret - HP Draco Malfoy. All HP blogs need a disclaimer/selectivity update. Needs a SERIOUS overhaul to most info/characterization details, needs tags, etc.

indiscretus - HP multimuse. All HP blogs need a disclaimer/selectivity update. Needs a complete overhaul & move to a fresh blog ( same URL ). full overhaul, basically.

violencetorn - a Kylo Ren blog I foolishly made because I fell in love with those damn movies. He may or may not make his way onto ferrousstars, but I also just want to find a use for the bg I made for this blog. Otherwise this blog is going to the graveyard.

url redacted - super hidden private marvel multi. Needs a HUGE overhaul & major update. might be going less hidden eventually with it??

marmoriites/marmcrites - voltron galra/worldbuilding hub. needs to be scooted to a sideblog & re-organized but probably needs to stay dead.

lionlocked - voltron paladin blog. Has basically no info on it whoops.

skyjynx - an aesthetic/moodboard blog. needs a url change because whoops this is my art username, needs cleaned up and some organizational tags added so I can reblog more general aesthetic pictures in addition to the blog when I don’t have time to make edits.

skyjynxart - my art blog. Needs to actually get running whoops orz

skykinks - miscellaneous??? personal??? 

Things I have been thinking about/wanting to do with my blogs/blogs I’ve been considering running:

fashion blog? - I always find gorgeous outfits/dresses/shoes/accessories/etc and think “I know I’m going to use this!!!” but have no immediate use for it so it sits in my likes for years bc I don’t have anywhere to stow it where it won’t get lost?? So I’ve been contemplating a fashion blog, or perhaps a set of fashion tags on that aesthetic blog, idk, to store stuff like that. Happening regardless of what big choice I make, but whether it’ll be a new set of tags when I revamp the aesthetic blog or a blog unto itself is to be determined.

RPH - I want to have a solid place to collect useful info, writing tips, memes I can’t use immediately but want to in the future, and possibly even answer questions for newbies or something like that. I don’t want to go super serious with a big RPH blog, but it would be nice to have somewhere to dump all my resources so they’re not scattered across blogs.

[tidehearted]

          I love the sea fiercely , as I love the sand ,        //       I love you fiercely, as many a poem of mine shows ,       //       You wove the two together, and I do not know whether ,       //       They shall ever, be separate again .

         @oceansaiiling​                         @riggingfreedom                         @tidehearted​ template [x]

[fighting-instinct-blog]

Silverbell, let a girl scream in ya mane?

[gayleafpool]

tideheart one of seven of the prophecy delivered by starclan 🙏🙏 can he save riverclan

my goal is to singlehandedly force the pjo and warrior cats fandoms on here to collide

[lionsongfr]

A tale from the Clan of the Lionfish

The Happening of a Solar Eclipse

Scroll written by: SunScribe, Scribe of the Lionfish Isles

21st Sun of the Month of Flame

 Today was a holy day, one of great celebration and joy! A solar eclipse occurred, a day when the light of the god Sol is hidden behind the form of our goddess Luna. We believe it is her dancing before her brother’s throne, as she did long ago so that she could come to our world. No clouds darkened the sky or wind stirred the air, a good omen for this festival- though the heat could bake one’s scales!

No work was done today, and many slept late with the windows open in the hopes of a breeze. Breakfast was light, but sweetened with fruit and honey for the energy. Mine was that of a chickweed salad with almonds and a small dollop of coral carpenter honey, along with a large, cold glass of sweet tea. It is said by the priests that you should eat white foods on a day like this, to honor the moon goddess. Rich foods and strong drinks were discouraged, to eat such would risk cramps or sleeping through the ceremonies.

It was very wise advice on such a warm day, for many were yawning as they made way to the temple. Everyone wore white, soft linen or silk wrapped firmly around our bodies. No other ornaments on such a day, a day we were all equal in the blessing of our goddess Luna.  We waited patiently in the large opening before the temple, the blue and white tile would soon be our grounds of worship. I could feel a mix of impatience and joy within my antennae, like the air before a storm it crackled.

TideHeart and TideSoul, our Arch priest and priestess of Lionfish Isles, stood on the temple steps and called us to attention. Then they sang, alas I weep that you cannot hear their song, a song of worship and beauty that brought many a tear to eye that day. They sang the story of our goddess, how her song and dance so moved her brother that his light was dimmed before her beauty. As the song ended, we stretched our heads upward, our eyelids closed but light still shining before our eyes. A flicker of dark covered the sun, Luna had begun her dance!

Water rushed from the temple steps, covering the tiles and cooling our claws. A roar of happiness and laughter filled the crowd, and we danced. We danced just like our goddess, our feet whirling, wings splashing, and our voices singing high, songs of the glory of the moon and her daughter- songs of the love of Tidelord for his heavenly mate.  We called her back to us, to our world, and her beauty filled our hearts with the wildness of the night.  

We did not stop till the moon had passed over the sun completely, her heavenly gown no longer darkening the sky. We awoke, like dreamers from a long dream, panting heavy breathes and happy sighs, a tired joy over the end of the dance. Oddly enough, another was found in our midst- a Fire dragon no less! She had been aboard a ship in the harbor, for there was a ban prohibiting the sailors from joining- for to join in this celebration was to bind oneself forever to our clan. Yet she had heard our call, felt the beat of the footsteps, and became one with the emotion of our hearts. It is a good omen to have a new dragon come to the clan during such a time, and to our delight she has agreed to be permanent resident.

Yes, EclipseFlare the Skydancer, has found a new home in our clan. She was festooned in white, fragrant plumeria, and carried by the clan around the city as the Moon Queen of the day (I could feel her joy and surprise even amongst the crowd!). After the parade, we feasted on many variety of foods- it seems the chefs, BengalBlaze and SummerSnow, wished to make this event a grand one! There was a mix of cold and spicy dishes, from freshly made sushi and shaved ice to blacktongue pepper-fried ghost crab and jerked game fowl. But truly, the most magnificent of the dishes was the goat cream cheesecakes with a menagerie of sauces! Strawberry, seaberry, cherries, lemon, melon, and orange sauces made a rainbow of the moon-shaped cakes. I shall greedily admit I had slice of almost every type, and my stomach is telling me now that is was a mistake.

But a little regret does not ruin a festival! And I shall remember this amazing event till my last swim in the sea.  

[seafaired-archive-blog]

☾ | tidehearted's Clayton to Archie

     Send me "☾" for my muse's reaction to finding yours still awake late at night                                              @tidehearted

Haunted ghosts do live within the creaking floorboards underneath bare feet  /  the ship alive underneath his touch when he rises from his hammock in the middle of the night. Silver moon but a memory in the darkness, orange glow of nearly burned out candles light his way through the belly of the beast, shadows become demons upon the wooden walls; voices whisper through the hull, corridors filled with memories and the spirits of men no longer amongst them. 

Sometimes he can hear them. The echoes of prayers lost to the waves. A cruel God had taken them away, far out of reach they now slept, wrapped up in the rough fabric of identical hammocks. Would they sway along to the tide like the living did when asleep in the dead of night? Questions burn on his lips  /  he has seen the empty hammock in which the other was supposed to sleep. Terror a beast digging its claws into his flesh as he makes his way to the deck. Lungs unable to fill themselves with proper air, longing for something more cooler than the heavy fog that resided within the ship. 

Dawn was sure to break soon now, time lost to him as blue eyes are still misty from his short slumber. He is still blurry around his own edges, still unsure as to where he stands as cool air hits him in his face and he suddenly feels more awake than before. Silver moonlight illuminates his path now  /  as it does illuminate his figure. 

“Clayton.” Voice but a memory, drifting further away from his reach day after day. What would it be like to be unafraid to use it? He could not recall. “There you are, I was worried.” Hushed voices set adrift on the waves, swaying to their rhythm like a man intoxicated by the hum of sweet music, unable to still his feet. A few strides and he finds himself there, next to the other, hand resting on a shoulder with the intention to comfort. “You should sleep, the both of us should.”