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okay but nessie was given the scientific name nessiteras rhombopteryx so she’d be included in the conservation of wild creatures and wild plants act of ‘75.
it’s a felony to shoot bigfoot in washington state.
the human race has sent out messages to the stars, hoping that any extraterrestrials who hear will accept our offer of friendship.
ghost hunters extend their sympathy to the souls of murder victims and bring along items that the spirits loved in life.
I think there’s something very human about the desire to believe in the paranormal. we don’t know if any of these things truly exist, but we make the offer of friendship and protection anyway. I just think it’s really lovely in its own ridiculous way.
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allyheart707 · 28 days
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Hi so I really like ur comic Little Subjects is a classic and the fact u do poetry got me do u have more ?? I wanna read em ;)
(just a ask a no is also okay)
Oh! Oh my gosh, thank you! And, yeah I have a few poems but most of them are pretty old and not great, but... here are some of my favorites! :DD
A book
Calm and quite, a world locked away, dusty, ancient, it could almost fade away. Though shining in sunlight, and full of adventure, Its message kept hidden, tell a readers venture. And if the story's opened, what a tale it could tell. A story of love split across time, or a story so scary, you won't sleep at night. But no matter the words contained in that cover, 
A book is a book, and every one's an adventure!
Lilly Garden
Lilies growing in a garden from seed to sprout to bud to flower 
They love the sun and the rain but get to cold and they won't stay From blue to pink to bright bright orange 
With stems as green as apple tree leaves 
and roots long and brown and in the garden where lilies grow happiness can be found.
This is a terrible poem 
This is a terrible poem, This doesn't even rhyme! The words are pretty bland, And I think I forgot this line... Why are you still reading? Wasn’t the warning enough? Please don’t read much further... It’ll only get much worse. I’ve warned you twice, But still you stay, So I guess you want to hear it.
From me to you, here’s my poem. But I know you will not like it. This is a terrible poem, And it’s endings even worse!
Sonder
I saw a man outside today, Walking down the street. He wobbled to and fro, And couldn’t keep his feet. He walked and walked, without a care, For what the people think. I wondered what had come to him, And why he seemed so down.
But then, off he went, further into town.
I used to do a lot of Poems and poetic-ish short stories, but I have not done those in a whileeeeee. I have also attempted a few songs but they are... umm... well, I am not the best with lyric writing either XD
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hot-flippin-mess · 3 months
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Writing master list:
NSFW ones are red, General are in white
Triggers are next to the ratings if it requires triggers. They include
Blood
Internalized homophobia
Murder
Death
All of Fierce's Body tattoos are inspired by @nami-ramen slightly suggestive art here I love it so much
Unless stated otherwise, all of Fierce Deity's clothing design is inspired by @kifaprokumiv that you can see here go check em out! They're so talented!
Here's my new Ko-fi if you wanna tip or support for more insanity! Any bit helps!
Total works: 27
Now the list:
The Princess and her Knight - Zelink
Rated: Mature
Word Count: 10,265
NEW AO3: The Princess and her Knight
Chapter 2: The Princess and her Knight
Chapter 3: The Princess and her Knight
Tensions are high as The Princess meets the new Knight to be, his ever silent presence becoming a thorn in her side since their first meeting. But, he is easy on the eyes...
I'll be home for Christmas - Zelink
Rated: General
Word count: 6,168
NEW AO3: I'll be home for Christmas
Zelda takes a much needed vacation in her mom town after three years, meeting the local farmer in the process.
The Start and the End - Ganondorf/Fierce Deity
Rated: Teen and Up, Death
Word Count: 6,717
Chapter Count: 2
NEW AO3: The Start and the End
The dance through time of Ganondorf and the Fierce Deity.
Under the Storm Clouds - Ganondorf/Fierce Deity
Rated: Explicit
Word Count: 1,278
NEW AO3: Under the Storm Clouds
The King and God fall into the temptations of the flesh
The Offer - DK Ganondorf/Fierce Deity
Rated: Explicit
Word count: 2,399
NEW AO3: The Offer
The Deity takes the Demon King up in his offer in Hebra Mountains
Poetry under the stars - Ganondorf/Fierce Deity
Rated: General
Word Count: 715
NEW AO3: Poetry under the Stars
The Deity and the Prince share some poetry with each other
Time is a Terrible Lover - Ganondorf/Fierce Deity
Rated: Teen and Up
Word count: 4,008
NEW AO3: Time is a Terrible Lover
The passage of time is harsh on young love
Midnight Talks - Ganondorf/Fierce Deity
Rated: explicit
Word count: 682
NEW AO3: Midnight Talks
The King and the Deity have a talk after some intimate moments.
Oh to be Worshiped by You - Ganondorf/Fierce Deity
Rated: Teen and Up
Word Count: 1,275
NEW AO3: Oh to be Worshiped by You
@tonbane drew something for this! Check it out here
The Deity is worshiped in a way of old.
Blasphemy - Ganondorf/Fierce Deity
Rated: explicit (internalized homophobia)
Word count: 2,604
NEW AO3: Blasphemy
In the low lamp light I was free, Heaven and Hell were words to me...
The Mania of a God (and the ravenge that followed) - Ganondorf (DK Ganondorf)/Fierce Deity
Rated: Explicit (Death, blood, Murder)
Word count: 8,817
NEW AO3: The Mania of a God (and the revenge that followed)
@tonbane drew a small piece that inspired a scene in this, spoilers if you look at it now here
Blood is hardest to wash off when it's a kill you didn't want to do… It seeps into your very soul, polluting it from the inside out. Damaging everything it touches in a stain that never leaves, no matter how hard you scrub. Such a hard lesson to learn.
Song of the Blade - Fi/Fierce Deity
Rated: General
Word Count: 877
NEW AO3: The Song of the Blade
The Guardian of the Master Sword has a personal moment with the spirit inside
Keep Fighting - Fierce Deity & Link (not a ship)
Rated: General
Word Count: 657
NEW AO3: Keep Fighting
@artbysavoir drew this that inspired this work, give them some love!
Link meets the Fierce Deity, only he sees the boy he met all those years ago.
Pride of the Gerudos - Ganondorf/Fierce Deity
Rated: general
Word count: 1,344
NEW AO3: Pride of the Gerudos
Ganondorf brings Fierce to a festival back home, introducing him to his many daughters
The Death of a Man (and the Birth of a God)
Rated: Teen and up
Word count: 2,436
NEW AO3: The Death of a Man (and the Birth of a God)
The tale of how a lowly hunter becomes a god
The First Love of a God - Fierce Deity/OC, implied Fierce Deity/Ganondorf
Rated: teen and up
Word count: 2,937
NEW AO3: The First Love of a God
Ganondorf learns of the gods past
Inspired by a conversation @kifaprokumiv and I had, they are an instigator and i love it
Death of the Hero - Fierce Deity & Link (not a ship)
Rating: teen and up
Word count: 818
NEW AO3: Death of the Hero
The First Hero sees a god in his dying moments
Mania of a broken God - Fierce Deity/Original character
Rating: Mature (death and gore)
Word count:3,207
Death and betrayal causes even the strongest to break
Don't mess with Blupees - Ganondorf/Fierce Deity
Rating: explicit
Word count: 3,275
Gifted to the AMAZING @bloobluebloo
Ganon is strongly inspired by @kingsdoodles drawing here
It was supposed to be simple. But things find their way, as he's heard time and time again. Nothing is ever as simple as you think.
Bloodlust - Ganondorf/Link
Rated: explicit
Word count: 7,420
Gifted to @kifaprokumiv , @curseofpower and @bloobluebloo
Fifteen years. He'd been hunting this Monster for fifteen years.. the creature always seemed to vanish right when he got close. Not this time. This time he was going to take what was his, and finish it.
The Royal Affair - Ganondorf/Fierce Deity/Rauru
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 4,300
It had been thirty years since the Chief and the god last saw each other. Many things have changed since then.. but not everything.
The Mountain song - Fierce Deity/Original Character
Rating: Teen and up
Word count: 1,920
The ups and downs of young love and the struggles two young adults found themselves facing.
The Ambassador and the Fire Lord - Sokka/Zuko
Rating: explicit
Word count: 2,031
Six months is too long to go without a messenger hawk.
Especially for someone like Zuko
"Stuck" in a snowstorm - Sokka/Zuko
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 5,087
Sokka comes up with the brilliant plan to take Zuko for a drive late one night in retaliation to his dad's "no sex while I'm home" rule. The issue is Hakodas was *always* home.
An Awkward Situation - Ganondorf/Fierce Deity
Rating: explicit
Word count: 1,476
Ganondorf asks the god a question one evening, it very much doesn't end up exactly how he wanted.
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girlactionfigure · 7 months
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It was an “emotionally wrenching and heart felt” performance.
“Surrounded by burning candles, performing on a grand piano and accompanied by a small orchestra of violins,” his rendition of this famous song “spoke to many of us who were suffering from the terrible tragedies in New York, Pennsylvania, and Virginia.”
It was just days after 9/11, when Neil Young performed the iconic song, according to a site dedicated to Neil Young News.
Although the song was banned from radio in the immediate aftermath of 9/11, “because envisioning a world where we all got along was at odds with the public demand for bloody justice,” according to Consequence, Young believed it was the right song to sing.
Pulse Magazine wrote that Young's performance of "Imagine" on the Benefit telecast was "one of those moments you never forget."
“When disaster strikes, musicians respond the way they know best: with song,” wrote Katy Waldman of Slate. “As composer Leonard Bernstein said three days after John F. Kennedy was assassinated, ‘This will be our reply to violence: to make music more intensely, more beautifully, more devotedly than ever before.’”
“In times of trouble and grief, there is one song that millions of people turn to for inspiration and solace: John Lennon and Yoko Ono’s ‘Imagine’,” according to writer Martin Chilton.
The “Imagine” album was released on September 9, 1971, touching “the world with its hopeful message about the need for global understanding,” wrote Sari Rosenberg.
This is a new story on the Peace Page.
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“For nearly 50 years, credit for this song - "Imagine" - has gone to one writer - John Lennon,” according to NPR.
That changed in 2017, after Lennon himself admitted his wife Yoko Ono should receive co-credit. Lennon explained in 1980 “a lot of the lyric and the concept came from Yoko.”
“Ono's 1964 book of conceptual poetry, ‘Grapefruit,’ contained verses like, imagine clouds dripping and imagine goldfish swimming across the sky. She also contributed to the song's theme of a world without borders or religion pulling people apart,” according to NPR’s Neda Ulaby.
In an interview with David Sheff, shortly before his death in December 1980, Lennon also shared that Dick Gregory had given him and Ono a Christian Prayer-book which had inspired him to write the track. “The concept of positive prayer…If you can imagine a world at peace, with no denominations of religion – not without religion but without this my God-is-bigger-than-your-God thing – then it can be true.”
“When ‘Imagine’ was released, John Lennon said that the world was too focused on trivialities and ‘the thing we should be talking about is the violence that goes on in this society.’ It reached No. 1 following Lennon’s murder in December 1980 and entered the UK charts again in 2012 after Emeli Sandé recorded a cover for the 2012 London Olympics,” according to writer Martin Chilton.
“Lennon’s ‘Imagine’ is arguably the most loved song of all time,” according to writer Joe Taysom. “The track captures Lennon crying out for a fairer world . . . As the decades go on, ‘Imagine’ has morphed into a tragically appropriate tonic to whatever travesty is currently tearing the world apart.”
“It’s not surprising that musicians turn to this particular work in the aftershocks of tragedy,” according to Waldman. “For one thing, ‘Imagine’ is a song that musicians continually turn to, period: The Broadcast Media Inc. found it to be one of the most covered songs of the 20th century. Its simple, versatile structure has seduced and inspired hundreds of artists, among them Lady Gaga, Emeli Sande, Etta James, Davie Bowie, Pink, Eva Cassidy, and The Persuasions.”
More than 200 artists have performed or covered the song, including Joan Baez, Elton John, Diana Ross, Peter Gabriel, Melissa Etheridge, Dave Matthews, Dolly Parton, Seal, , India.Arie, John Legend, and Julian Lennon.
“The ritual arguably began on Dec. 9, 1980, when Queen covered the song at the Wembley Arena, one day after Lennon died. Stevie Wonder played it during the closing ceremony of the 1996 Summer Olympics to honor lives lost in the Centennial Olympic Park bombing. . . . In 2004, Madonna joined the ranks of “Imagine”-eers when she reinterpreted Lennon’s ballad at an aid concert for victims of the Indian Ocean tsunami.”
“Though the song was banned from radio in the immediate aftermath of 9/11,“Neil Young recognized its potency, singing it at a memorial concert, ‘America: Tribute To Heroes’”, according to Chilton. “Coldplay performed a version after the terrorist attacks in Paris in 2015. Following discord around North Korea in 2018, ‘Imagine’ was the natural choice for a group of Korean musicians to perform at the opening ceremony of the Winter Olympics.”
“It’s now become the go-to song when it comes to grief or mourning,” wrote Taysom. “This is down to the tangible sense of hope that rings out from ‘Imagine’ and an overriding feeling that everything will eventually be okay.”
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“It returns to us most bittersweetly when something bad happens, when we are casting about for answers and consolation,” wrote Waldman. “The writer John Blaney called ‘Imagine’ a ‘humanistic paean for the people,’ a kind of secular prayer. Rolling Stone described it as ‘22 lines of graceful, plain-spoken faith in the power of a world, united in purpose, to repair and change itself.’”
“The song also derives considerable power from its historical context. Lennon, shot down before his time, reminds us that the universe can run ramshod over idealistic people. That knowledge makes ‘Imagine’’s plea for peace and brotherhood all the more poignant. On the other hand, the fact that the song persists, even though Lennon is gone, speaks to the enduring strength of his fantasy. If ‘Imagine’ captures the fragility of our hope after a violent or destructive event, it also reveals its tenacity.”
The legacy of the song was most perfectly summarized by President Jimmy Carter, who noted: “In many countries around the world — my wife and I have visited about 125 countries — you hear John Lennon’s song ‘Imagine’ used almost equally with national anthems.”
After Neil Young completed his rendition of “Imagine” after 9/11, reports were he “appeared to be on the verge of tears.”
Chilton says, “Decades after its original release, this popular music masterpiece, a model of simplicity, continues to inspire people of all races and creeds, offering the listener a momentary respite of hope in a troubled world, especially in the beautiful lines:
‘You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope some day you’ll join us
And the world will be as one.’”
~ jsr
[Image, courtesy of Noam Galai]
The Jon S. Randal Peace Page
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everydayesterday · 1 month
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[pinned post] born in the 1980s. he/him. single (I like girls). here are some words I'd use to describe myself. this is what I look like, should you wish to use my cover to judge my book (I do the same).
I like birds, and sometimes take photos of them (you can find many of them here among my original posts). I write poetry, a lot of it terrible, but maya angelou says to 'just write' and sometimes it works out quite well, if you ask me—I seem to always come back to themes of coffee (so much coffee), am overly obsessed with rhyme, often enjoy the simplicity of tercets, and sometimes I write with a smile. I will also post about bipolar-I (and general mental health every so often); I live with it as a disability, with a great deal of memory loss from getting far too many ECT treatments.
I overuse the em-dash. —————————
I engage with a lot of content—I think I have 100,000 likes (I've been on here for over a decade), and I'm okay with being the first comment on a post. I don't mind chatting, but please, please do not start a conversation with me with "hi" (or "how are you") and expect a reply based solely on that—give me a question or a comment that I can work with. I will not send you dick pics.
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Hope of Spring - Chapter 14
Also on Ao3!
Find Chapter 13 here :)
Penny was a disheveled disaster when she woke up in the morning after only two hours of sleep, but she still absolutely sprang out of bed to send the parchment to Tamlin before the sun was even peaking over the mountains.
Hi, it’s me. I miss you. She scrawled across the sheet.
It disappeared in a wisp of smoke, and Penny waited with anticipation. She decided she might as well get dressed while she waited, but then she all but tripped over her own pants as she heard a curl of paper hit the desk in the room, trying to get back to it. She grasped the paper in her hands like a woman starved.
Hello, love. The manor is absolutely empty, as is my heart, while you’re gone. I miss you terribly.
She sat back onto the bed, giggling and blushing while she took the quill to write her response.
Has my mighty High Lord been turned to a poet in my absence? She grinned as she sent it off. Gods, she felt like a teenager again, kicking her feet wildly on her bed at the prospect of talking to someone she was interested in. How could he have such an effect on her?
You’d be amazed what poetry I could recite to you. The response came almost immediately.
I’d like to be amazed at what additional acts your mouth might perform. She sent it off before she could change her mind, cheeks already blazing despite the activities they’d spent the last week pursuing in their bed.
My, my. Penny Briggs, you rake. Come home to me and let me show you all the different ways I can recite poetry and where.
Penny’s blush deepened to a million shades of scarlet and held the parchment to her chest, forcing herself to take a deep breath.
Your offer is too good to refuse, my Lord. I will be home tonight–we’ve got some additional training today, but I can’t wait to be back with you. I love you. She sent it off and went to pull the rest of her clothing on, tying her hair back into a low braid and using the leather strap she’d stolen from Tamlin’s dresser to tie it off. She liked having a piece of him with her, regardless of where she was.
I love you too. Knock ‘em dead. She sighed, smiling like an idiot, and went downstairs to see who else was awake for breakfast
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Feyre walked Penny out to the back yard near the Sidra to get past the wards of the River House.
“I let Rhys know we would be back soon to see what we can do with Elain’s power. This shouldn’t take too long–a quick detour!” She had that sly grin on her face again that Penny was quickly coming to associate with her and her mate. Feyre had a large bag slung over her back along with a bow and stash of arrows. She handed Penny a dagger. “You won’t need this, but just in case. We’ll be in the woods.”
“Wait, what–” She didn’t get the words out before Feyre grabbed her and winnowed. They landed roughly in a deep forest, moss and trees and lichen as far as she could see. Feyre was already setting out a blanket she’d brought, tossing two fluffy cloaks and a freshly headless chicken in a burlap sack onto it. Understanding dawned on Penny as Feyre stepped away, hands on her hips, appraising her set up.
“Are you summoning a suriel?” Before Feyre could answer her, a shiver crept up Penny’s spine. A voice that seemed to echo through the woods from no traceable direction spoke with the voices of countless others.
“Feyre Archeron.” The voices whispered. “We are always happy to assist.” A cloaked figure drifted from the trees to the waiting blanket and reached to thumb over the cloaks Feyre had left. Feyre threw herself down casually onto a nearby log as if this were the most normal, casual conversation she’d ever had, while Penny stood, gaping.
“I am seeking help for my good friend, Penny.” She gestured to Penny, who was practically vibrating at the scene unfolding just feet in front of her.
“Your friend is not of this world.” The suriel turned its depthless eyes on Penny. “Penelope Briggs. A traveler, indeed. A friend of the Cursebreaker is a friend of ours. What do you wish to know?” The suriel unclipped their current cloak and swung a new one upon their shoulders, as if they were simply old friends catching up over tea. Penny sent an unsure look to Feyre, who in turn gave her a reassuring nod as if to say go on then.
“My world. Uhm. My home. What happened? What sent me here?” Though the suriel’s face could not reflect emotion, Penny felt more than saw the sorrow in their eyes.
“The home you knew is gone. Your soul, departed. It was diverted here. Into this form in our world,” She gestured softly at Penny.
“Gone? What do you mean gone? The world itself?”
“On the night of your great fall, Penny Briggs, a candle caught fire to your home while you slept. You were dreaming of adventure–dreaming of Prythian. Once your mortal body ceased to be, your soul diverted here, believing it to be a sanctuary. There is no home for you to return to,” the suriel’s curious voice whispered gently.
Penny thought she’d be more surprised, upset even, to find she had died. This wasn’t all some dream. She’d died there in her bed, dreaming of taking baby steps forward in a life that left her unfulfilled and sad. She was more relieved than anything. This was real–this was real now. She didn’t have to worry about finding a way back, or grapple with the lack of drive she felt to do so.
“Am I immortal?”
The suriel began snacking on the chicken, causing Feyre to smile broadly. “What do you feel?”
Penny considered. “Powerful. Beyond measure.”
“You are correct. If you wish to know of your lifespan, my advice is that you should stay with your High Lord,” they shot a pointed look at Feyre. “The one you’re already with, to be clear.” Feyre cackled. “I imagine the two of you have many centuries left together.”
Penny was filled with a joy beyond measure. Tamlin. Her mate. Her love. They would have that time together.
“Thank you. You have no idea what this means. Thank you.” Her voice was bogged down with rough emotion. Nodding at them both, the suriel made to leave with their cloaks and what remained of the chicken.
“Wait!” Penny shouted, as they turned to go. “What cloaks are your favorite? Just in case we see you again. Do you like fur or something lighter? Color preferences?”
The suriel let out a sound that Penny thought might have been a laugh. “You are going to leave this world a better place than you found it, Penny Briggs. Black, preferably, any material. Soft.” Penny nodded. “Until next time, High Lady.”
Penny looked back, expecting the suriel’s eyes to be on Feyre, but they were solely focused on her as a smiling Feyre winnowed them away.
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Feyre and Penny returned to the River House in the late morning, finding everyone awake and discussing plans in the library. Rhys thought they might attempt to pass Elain’s power to Penny, then they could all settle in and have lunch, as Elain’s visions were not always frequent or timeable. Penny figured she might have some time to digest what she’d been told by the suriel, and perhaps she could even begin on Rhys’ list of questions.
She went upstairs to get her things together so they’d be ready to go when they finished up. The parchment on her desk lay empty from earlier, so she scribbled on it quickly:
About to begin practicing with Elain. I miss you so much. I’ll be home soon.
Penny changed back into her favorite leather pants, soft green tunic, and leather corset top. She braided her hair back into another plait with Tamlin’s leather, then nodded to herself in the mirror. She finished packing, went to splash some water on her face, then re-laced her boots, hoisting her bag over her shoulders to leave down in the foyer. The parchment hadn’t come back, but she assumed that at midday, he was probably out on border patrol so they wouldn’t need to worry about it when she returned this afternoon. She smiled–she felt silly for missing him so much after just a day away, but she was ready to throw herself into his arms when she arrived home.
Penny came back down to the dining area and set her bag by the door. Elain was already there with a plate full of food, and clasped Penny’s hand to bring her to sit with her. Things with Elain were easy–Penny felt like she was conversing with an old friend. Elain was kind and easy to like. She smelled like pears and lilacs and honey, and a bit of Lucien, too. The way he doted on her was amazing to watch, the two of them so impossibly in love with each other that it radiated through the room. Lucien always had a hand on Elain, and vice versa. She knew that this mating bond had taken time and patience, but it seemed to have paid off. She hoped her patience would one day do the same.
“I can’t stop eating, I swear. I’ve always sort of just picked through the day, but now I could put the baker out of business.” She turned to Lucien, eyes suddenly large. “Oh, speaking of, could we go to the baker later today? Maybe we could get some of those chocolate eclairs with the dollops of cream with the cinnamon?” Lucien just chuckled, but nodded warmly at her, running a hand down her cheek.
“Of course, love. We can go after lunch.” Elain smiled and leaned her head against Lucien’s shoulder. Penny’s heart clenched violently at the sight and she was almost physically overcome by the need to be with Tamlin. She wasn’t sure what was happening to her today that had her feeling the need to be back by Tamlin’s side so fervently. Was this just the mating bond chafing at her distance? She visualized the golden ribbon, swirling in the mists as usual, but it seemed to whisper go to him, be with him, go to him, be with him. She had read that the mating bonds were demanding, but this felt more urgent than just missing him. As soon as she had the vision, she was ready to be back home.
Suddenly, the room went quiet. Penny’s eyes whipped up to Elain’s, which had gone milky white. She gasped, but before she could get a word out, she was sucked back into a vacuum of dark space. For a moment, it felt like she was floating, but then she slammed into what looked like a live battle. Penny whirled around, immediately on alert as swords clanged violently around her and the screams of the wounded pierced her ears. Her breathing was labored as she spun wildly trying to figure out where she was and what had happened. Had she accidentally winnowed somewhere dangerous? She had never winnowed before–she wasn’t even sure how to.
She turned as a bird of flame flew through the sky above her, scattering embers on the wind behind her as she gave out a great cry. Vassa. She understood now–this was a vision. Vassa’s light illuminated the bloodstained snow on the banks of a lake as darkness flew out of a small, onyx box. At the last moment, Penny understood the box was in her hands, and then she catapulted back into her body into the River House. She gasped a deep breath into lungs that felt heavy as people gathered around her and Elain, who was clearly coming back more peacefully than she had.
“It’s okay, Penny. The first few transitions are rough.” Elain put her hand on Penny’s as she panted.
Rhys wanted to see into both their minds and compare the visions as they came back down, so he began with Elain. Penny was still thinking back, noting that onyx box she’d seen in detail. The shadows that burst out of it were nothing like Rhys or Azriel’s shadows.
When he was finished with Elain, he looked in to see Penny’s vision, allowing her to view it start to finish one more time. Someone shoved a glass of water into Penny’s hand and she sipped it, shaking violently, trying to steady her pounding heart.
“They’re different visions,” he spoke, casting them in sequence into the minds of everyone in the room. Elain’s vision had been one of Autumn Court soldiers marching over fallen leaves, then trampling on flowers, breaking the stems and leaving them smashed and dirty in their wake. Everyone seemed shocked, and Penny immediately began to worry that Elain’s vision meant an attack on Spring.
“We’ll have additional forces on standby ready to go into Spring if need be,” Feyre said. “I’ll go ahead and send the missives now to be on alert.” She got up to go to the study.
“This is good, though, right? Two visions means twice the Seer power?” Everyone nodded. “Now we just see how long it lasts outside of contact, and if it can sustain the distance.”
Elain took Penny’s hand again and nodded. “It is good. You did wonderfully, and you will be tired now. I was exhausted after a vision for a while once they started. Until I got used to it, at least. Let’s take a few minutes to breathe, and once we bring you back to Spring, you’re under strict instructions to rest.”
Rhys spoke up. “Yes, good plan. Elain and I can winnow you back to Spring together so she’s the last person you touch.” He turned to Elain. “Will that be okay for you? Just a quick winnow and back?” She nodded, and led Penny to the dining room.
Before she could approach the table, though, that vacuum pulled her back and the glass she was holding shattered on the floor. All eyes were on her as she came to with hysteria gripping her.
“We have to leave now.” She gasped out. “Tamlin is in trouble. They’ve breached Spring.”
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quillheel · 5 months
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ALIAS / NAME: Captain! I used to be called Honey, Lovely, and Nyx in the past, though that was LONG before Tumblr. Twas my amino days, baby. ( I also semi-recently tried out 'King' but the vibes don't quite fit yknow! prefer the vibe of that as a term of referral - ex: my liege - rather than a name weirdly enough BHGKTRB )
BIRTHDAY: july 7th!
ZODIAC: cancer! i forgot my exact stuff, like rising sign or the like, but i do know that! i got into zodiacs when i was like 13 i think so I know at least MY sign by heart lol
HEIGHT: 5'6! something like that, I think :] which is also 167 centimeters
HOBBIES: drawing, writing ( I have an ao3 I've been neglecting for so long ), dungeons & dragons / general ttrpgs which take up SO much of my week <3, video games, content analysis ( kinda? ), baking, penpal, learning ukulele, learning to sew, learning crochet!
FAV. COLOR: im terrible when it comes to this question because i love a lot of very specific colors because artist brain BUT... If I had to pick one. Probably a red-y brown-y color. I REALLY like warm and neutral colors ( though Quillheel's pallet probably wouldn't invoke that thought ) though i also like a lot of neutral and cooler colors. you can basically reference a rainbow for my preferred colors but even with blue at the bottom ( I'm a big purple-enjoyer ) i still enjoy what good usage of it can do <3
FAV. BOOK: the long walk by stephen king, inkheart by cornelia funke, or frankenstein by mary shelley <3 love different aspects of all of them, though inkheart was a big part of my childhood so i'm biased BHHGTR
LAST SONG: be nice to me by the front bottoms :] i've been listening to a lot of Hozier lately though
LAST MOVIE / SHOW: UHHH wolfwalkers! VERY good i really liked it <3 i wanna rewatch song of the sea eventually, too! that ones also a favorite. the last show would probably be season 3 of infinity train ( I still resist the temptation to add Simon sometimes. he is such a terrible yet interesting little man ) or finally finishing watching hisuian snow :]
RECENT READ: if fanfiction doesnt count ( if it Does then wander boy by poptod, which is surprising its not one of the HUGE amounts of disco elysium fanfiction i've been chewing on lately ) then probably i think frankenstein by mary shelley, which i picked up and began reading but didn't finish :( still the most recent though! I wanna actually finish that + reread the long walk + read a bunch of other books, like the song of achilles by madeline miller, circe by madeline miller, orange world and other stories by karen russle, memorial: a version of homers illiad by alice oswald, the haunting of hill house by shirley jackson, good omens by neil gaiman and terry pratchett, the city & the city by china mieville, etc etc etc! ( if you guys have any suggestions actually, feel free to send em my way! )
INSPIRATION: horror! especially slashers, psychological horror, and 'bloodbath' horror ( selectively! carrie's got the vibes, saw does NOT ), psychological writing in general, a bunch of the books i have or plan on reading, mythology & legends, fanfiction and composition, music ( especially the weakerthans, the narcissist cookbook, hozier, etc ), poetry, and just!! learning methods of how things Generally are made, ig! how people paint, how people make clothes and make fabric, how people grow plants. i take a lot of inspiration from unexpected places, but a lot of those places are the act of creation in of itself. my writing might only be writing, but i try to embody a sense of color to it, of an artstyle you can almost taste, yknow? the composition in shows where blues look almost green and its like the world is basked in paint and there's just a feeling, indescribable, contextual but potent in of itself, the feeling of small moments everywhere, all at once, all the time. THAT SOUNDS REALLY PRETENTIOUS BUT LIKE... its true, yknow!! i like to embody a feeling in my writing, and i go to a lot of places to find it.
STORY BEHIND URL: once, a long time ago, my oc multimuse @cassiopiia was named orphic-ruin, and quillheel came second in my blogs list. i wanted them to match! so i thought of storytelling, which went to writing, then to pens, then to quills! and the 'heel' part comes from achilles heel, or the achilles tendon! as well as having ties to hermes' winged feet. in a way, its kinda saying 'vulnerable storyteller' or 'half-divine legend' or even kinda like a title or epithet vibe wise like you might find on a mythological figure ( ex: quill-heeled ) or something like that, which i think still fits the vibe p well to this day! if i did change the URL, idk what I'd make it now! i might eventually, but yeah!
tagged: @disassnbler ty ender!!!! <333
tagging: uhhhhhhhhhhhhh @littlelonesomestars @slaughterlocked @underworldslibrary @rebellionhearted aaaand anyone wearing blue, green or red <3
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septembersghost · 1 year
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Hello my love, I don't think I've ever asked - what is your FAVORITE song from each ts album? You can add why but it's not necessary.
hello darling! oooh i love this question and some are harder than others!
debut: cold as you. for every reason, but when i really got into and then clung to taylor in 2009, i was going through a horrible situation that was...damaging...and it felt like she was writing specifically for me. you put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray, and i stood there loving you, and wished them all away, and you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you...you never did give a damn thing, honey, but i cried, cried for you, and i know you wouldn't have told nobody if i died, died for you...she was the only one who understood and one of the only things in the world that made me feel less alone and kept me from. a far worse outcome.
fearless: unexpectedly, this is the HARDEST?! how do i choose? love story? perfect. you belong with me? perfect. forever and always, you're not sorry, the way i loved you, white horse, breathe? literally all helped save my life. even though red is My Album, i am so emotionally attached to fearless and i talk about it less due to some of the visceral reasons. but my favorite may be the title track. it just makes me so happy. there's somethin' 'bout the way the street looks when it's just rained, there's a glow off the pavement, you walk me to the car, and you know i wanna ask you to dance right there, in the middle of the parking lot. pure. joyfulness. also because the driving parts of the song, and run your hand through your hair, absent-mindedly makin' me want you will always be about my fave fictional boy to me.
speak now: long live. i love a lot of speak now, but there's just. nothing like long live. it is a song that makes me cry EVERY TIME i hear it, without fail. hold on, to spinnin' around, confetti falls to the ground, may these memories break our fall. will you take a moment? promise me this: that you'll stand by me forever, but if god forbid, fate should step in, and force us into a goodbye, if you have children some day, when they point to the pictures, please tell 'em my name. meli, simply typing this makes me cry, i'm serious. it's the beauty of a moment, it's the nostalgic sadness knowing no moment ever lasts. it's the love she poured into it when it became a song for us.
red: holy ground. it's hard with red because it's so special to me as a whole. it's state of grace and all too well and treacherous and begin again and everything has changed and i almost do and sad beautiful tragic and red and...it's the entire record. but. holy ground is my taylor song in so many ways. the "would save me from vecna" song. the fact that you can ache so much and lose so much, and yet still feel this profound love and gratitude, still look back and say, this was painful to experience, but it was also beautiful and blessed. as a terribly reminiscent girlie, who thinks too often of the past and the story and the paths taken (and not), it hits me where i live. the fact that the dust on the page still sparkles. that even heartbreak can still be holy. tonight, i'm gonna dance, for all that we've been through.
1989: also a bit difficult because i'm inclined to say clean or wildest dreams or style (her most perfect pop song), but it's this love. the poetry of this love, the longing of this love, the almost lullaby melody, the crashing and returning of the waves. a ghost lyric! the lantern flickering in the night. the tremulous hope. this love left a permanent mark, this love is glowing in the dark, these hands had to let it go free and this love came back to me. romanticism, baby.
reputation: i could say delicate or call it what you want or new year's day or dancing with our hands tied, but i'm basic and it's getaway car. the ties were black, the lies were white, in shades of gray and candelight? come on. that slinky synth. the sirens. the bonnie and clyde of it all. the light of freedom on my face. the knowing it's wrong and wanting something anyway. the guilt-laced escape. yes.
lover: I LOVE LOVER!!! my sweet. so many incredible tracks here, like. what am i supposed to choose? cruel summer? lover? cornelia street, daylight, afterglow? but it's the archer. the archer was another one that just...resonated indelibly and it felt like she particularly delivered it to me, like a prayer. i was grieving so inconsolably at the time, and she reached out with, i wake in the night, i pace like a ghost, the room is on fire, invisible smoke, and all of my heroes die all alone, help me hold onto you. and, i never grew up, it's getting so old. they see right through me, can you see right through me? that song is an eternal part of my soul and gave me an anchor in the night.
folklore: linked to the above, mirrorball. mirrorball came out as my #1 taylor song the last time i did the song ranker, and i went, yeah, that's correct. that tracks. it's so shimmery. it has such an embrace, and yet it's still filled with such a sense of yearning and self-criticism, of confusion and (calamitous) love. as a fellow mirrorball, it too resonates to the core of my heart. and yet again, as if she was plucking this from the constellations to give to me: i'm still a believer, but i don't know why. i've never been a natural, all i do is try, try, try.
evermore: it was gold rush for a long time, and then ivy, cowboy like me, 'tis the damn season, but as time has passed, i have settled more and more on that title track. the sharp cut of the grief in it. the slow, ponderous catharsis. that feeling of thinking you're going to catch your death, and then continuing to live. pain lingering but transforming. the indescribable sliver of hope in, and when i was shipwrecked, i thought of you. in the cracks of light, i dreamed of you. it was real enough to get me through.
midnights: so my lyric on midnights is obviously, i'm just too soft for all of it, but overall song? i've been captivated by maroon and midnight rain, but my initial favorite was snow on the beach (the clean version, because it works better for me), for being dreamy and soft and suffused with stardust, and i think that holds. stars by the pocketful.
ilyyyyyy, thank you for asking this! 🥺🥰💖💖💖
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hychlorions · 2 years
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What are some of your favourite Klapollo headcanons?
Hi !!!! first of all i would like to direct you to what's basically my quippy (that's my name!) klapollo primer. it's a long read but it has the basic gist of my klapollo thoughts
to say something new though ! i think they're both stress bakers with equal but opposite energies. please never put these two in a kitchen together. apollo is like. eating a badly-frosted box mix cupcake that probably has a sort of lava cake consistency (read: raw in the middle) and going "my life has gone to shit and everything including my oven's temperature is out of my control." meanwhile klavier has a pile of perfect macarons behind him and he's going "what do you MEAN i need better coping mechanisms? what do i even need to cope for haha can someone who needs to cope bake THIS many macarons???" raw cake batter aside i feel like apollo would do better baking pies from scratch. the crust alone takes so much work that by the end of beating it out into flat-submission you don't even remember why you were hitting it so hard with the rolling pin. of course the downside of that is you get more efficient with rolling it out and soon you'll need to find other outlets to relieve all that rage, but it's not like he'd have the ingredients THAT often yk yk
other constants i can think of atm:
apollo's into poetry ! he might not be any good at writing them but he reads and he tries. like. tell me a guy who thinks like "i have to pull that darkness out of him" and "Mysterious songstress... Her quiet, deep song glides through the air... Lilting above a sparse, but elegant piano accompaniment" (yes i copy-pasted that) wouldn't try to write down the few lines he comes up with every now and then.
i like to think apollo isn't really naturally loud ? that aside from calming his nerves, it's what his voice training is meant to amend. like personally i'm a quiet person and i've had so many instructors and classmates tell me to project my voice or speak louder, and when i'm somewhere more comfortable i feel like i tend to yell a lot to overcompensate idk
apollo fact #7343984: he's scared of boxed milk. no i will not elaborate
klavier isn't good at arts and crafts. he once got into one of those youtube channels of housewives making those cute bento for their kids and husbands and he decided he wanted to try it for a picnic date. i mean it turned out delicious but it was still ugly as hell, never mind that he tried to make some of the onigiri look like him and apollo. just imagine how that would look. i say this with all the love in my heart btw
i also think klavier has bad handwriting. three words: Slanted, Sharp, and Scratchy. ofc this would apply to drawings too. i'd go so far as to say it's so bad that when he's writing down music and he doesn't have the sheets for it he won't even draw the g clef anymore. tick the staff and be done with it yk yk.
a bunch of miscellaneous klavier ones: had braces to correct a wide tooth gap and always asked the dentist to make patterns with the bands that hold em in place; terrible wisdom teeth; had a lisp as a child which led to him calling kristoph 'toffee' for most of his childhood; he was also the quiet kid that keeps sticking to his mom at family reunions (still does it). god i can go on and on.
one last thing about klavier. native german speakers keep telling me i'm using achtung wrong but i KNOW and i can't help it ok !!! i just think it's klavier's personal "help girl." his manager said pick a catchphrase and Use It and by god did he !!!!
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elinorwritesstuff · 1 year
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Writing Advice Answers #3: How do you keep canon characters in character?
How do you keep canon characters in characters while writing them?
So there’s two halves to that for me: Does the character sound like themself? And, “Would the character do/say this?” 
“Does the character sound like themself?” can be really easy, or really tricky, depending on the character. I’m from the northeast US, so a lot of characters sound enough like me that I don’t need to be super particular. So I start with reading/watching/playing the material a lot, which is something I’m usually already doing, because I like the material enough to want to write fanfic in that fandom. And you get a feel for which character is going to say “I’m leaving,” which character is going to say, “I’m gonna get outta here,” and which character is going to say, “I’ll take my leave now.” You can look at contractions: Some characters say “would have,” some characters say “would’ve,” and some characters say “woulda.” (Sometimes the difference between “would’ve” and “woulda” is a style thing, tbh, but you get what I mean.)
And then you have the tricky characters. I’m going to talk about Devil May Cry because that’s where all my recent works are: I was really nervous about writing V, and I still feel like I’m terrible at writing Nico. With V, now that I’ve been writing him for a while, I feel like I’ve hit my stride, and with him, and to do that I had to intentionally look for patterns and lines that stuck out to me. What I really noticed with V is that he tends to alternate overly formal/archaic speech or poetry with very informal speech. So if you look at his voicelines (I have watched the “All V cutscenes” and “All V voicelines” videos on youtube so many times), he’ll say “pin ‘em to the wall!” one time, and the next time he’ll say “Enjoy the taste of despair,” or “Your death shall end your nightmare.” And honestly my big secret to writing V is one line that always stuck out to me: the line at the end of the Nidhogg fight where he says, “‘The cut worm forgives the plow.’ Whaddaya say?” I use that pattern over and over: Formal speech and/or poetry quotes, and then the last line is very informal, and it always comes out sounding like V.
I have one big piece of advice for “Would the character do/say this?” Dig into the character’s backstory, motivations, personality, wants, fears, etc. the same way you do for your OCs. This is especially important if they’re not the viewpoint character. Why would they react this way? Why would they want to do one thing, and not another thing? What are they actually thinking?
Once again, you can also look for patterns. Go back to the original story and look for similar situations: what did they say or do then? This is great if there’s enough material in the story to come up with more than one similar situation and find what’s in common with their reaction. When they’re confronted with a difficult topic, are they open when they talk about it, or do they close down, or get angry, or crack a joke to change the subject? When they’re afraid, do they charge forward, or run away, or freeze.
For me, the big guns are to write part of a scene from their point of view. I had a fic a while back where I was having a lot of anxiety along the lines of “would the character really do this, or am I just having them do what I want them to do?” So I wrote the scene in question from their point of view to see if what they were thinking (or what they would have needed to be thinking in order to act they way they did) made sense. As a bonus, this can be really fun, and spending more time with the character’s voice can really help with writing their dialogue.
Sometimes the trickiest thing is letting go when you realize that they wouldn’t do or say the thing; I have a WIP with Vergil, and there’s one line I have marked to rewrite on the second draft because he just wouldn’t say it. But that’s not a big deal; it’s just one line. Then I have this Dante/OC idea that’s driving me nuts, because I really like it, but I came up with it while playing DMC4, when he’s very much in his confident scoundrel kind of persona. Then I watched the anime and played DMC5, where most of the time he’s dropped that persona, and spent more time thinking about who he really is, and realized he just wouldn’t react the way I had him reacting. And it’s driving me nuts because I haven’t found a way to fix it and still have the story go the way I want it to.
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sending these separately bc i have terrible memory lol. ok. past: 4, 9, 11
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i answered all of them for KR’IIA and EKO! this is gonna be a lengthy one LOL
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4. What was the most common argument between them and whoever raised them?
KR’IIA: after an accident in his childhood (i’ll talk abt it later!), kr’iia’s parents became super protective! they’ve eased up on him as he’s gotten older, but whenever he gets hurt mucking around in the woods they usually argue about how “you need to be more careful, you’re our only child,” / “i’m an adult, i know what i’m doing,” and though the babying is out of love, it gets tiring.
EKO: especially as a kid, eko avoided conflict like they plague. his dad died before he was born, so he only had his mom and his older siblings, and his mom dated a lot of guys to try and fill the void—none of them were very stand-up people. his oldest brother, kole, and his mom fought about it all the time, so eko avoided fighting to keep his mom happy.
9. When they got hurt as a child, who did they go to? How did they react?
KR’IIA: they were actually pretty gung ho about it, both as a kid and presently. if they ever got hurt bad enough they couldn’t treat it themself they’d go to their parents, of course, but besides a few initial tears from the pain kr’iia would be up and at em soon enough.
EKO: he used to go to his mom, but when he eventually moved in with his brother and sisters, he started going to kole. he didn’t get hurt that often, and he moved in with his siblings when he was 12, so he usually just patched himself up.
11. Were there any events in their childhood that led to phobias or other fears?
KR’IIA: when kr’iia was a little kid (like 6 or 7), he got stung by a poisonous bug and got blood poisoning—he was sick for weeks, and it even got pretty touch and go for a while, but he managed to pull through! though he doesn’t remember most of what happened during those weeks (partially because of the fever, but also because he was so young), he does get skittish in the warmer season when those bugs are more active.
EKO: nope! but he doesn’t like rodents LMFAO
PRESENT
2. What is their current occupation, if any, and how did they end up there? Do they enjoy it?
KR’IIA: they’re a tour guide for a local company working out of their neck of the woods! they joined partially out of a want to share their knowledge of the forest and partially because their family could use the extra money. they definitely went in with high expectations though—the tour company is kind of drippy, and they mostly keep kr’iia around to keep tourists away from poisonous plants and warn the bus drivers about animal tracks.
EKO: an independent musician and a producer! eko picked up poetry and song-writing in his early teens, then quickly got into music making from there. as of the present he’s got three albums out, and is already working on a fourth. he loves his job, and he’s really grateful he’s able to afford living just off music—both his and others’.
4. Do they have any enemy factions or groups? Why and how are they opposed, and how do they feel about it?
KR’IIA: he’s not enemies with a specific person or group! but he does, of course, harbor resentment for the general state of the kronian government. out of all my kronian ocs, kr’iia is the most separated from the rebellion—both because he grew up away from it and also because he stays away from it.
EKO: eko is the most easy going guy you’ll ever meet—he gets along with everyone he meets. he doesn’t dislike anyone besides his stepdad, and it’s hard to say if anybody doesn’t like eko.
5. What kind of people do they usually interact with? Who are their friends, the people they look up to/trust, and who are their “associates”?
KR’IIA: they don’t interact with anyone 🗿 outside of work kr’iia keeps to themself. they’re very friendly, but very shy! they find it hard to talk to people. that’s why they really treasure their (only…) friend, vihaara! they’re outwardly very different—vihaara is very bright (both personality wise AND the way she dresses) while kr’iia is very quiet, but they’re a lot more similar than they probably realize.
EKO: eko talks to all kinds of people from all walks of life, but he doesn’t really have many close friends. he likes people who are passionate about their hobbies and/or their work best, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s better friends with them. he’s so casual it prevents him from keeping close relationships lmao
8. What hobby or pastime of theirs do they consider most important to them and why?
KR’IIA: besides running around in the woods and climbing up trees, kr’iia picked up jewelry-making from his mom! he’s very much a beginner, and is mostly limited to weaving bracelets and making simple necklaces, but he enjoys it!
EKO: he tinkers with amps and effects pedals in his spare time! his music is pretty synth/electronic heavy, so if he wants a specific effect he likes being able to make it himself.
13. What’s the worst (in their mind) way their current situation could end up?
KR’IIA: they’re a very live-in-the-moment kind of person, though i guess it doesn’t really seem that way! they don’t think very far into the future, and as such they don’t have a worst case scenario.
EKO: if people stopped listening to his music it’d crush him—eko isn’t in it for the fame, he just wants to share the things he loves with others.
14. What matters most to them right now?
KR’IIA: top priority is staying in touch with vihaara and keeping that friendship!
EKO: “executing his vision”. he holds himself to a pretty high standard of perfection when it comes to putting out his music, so he focuses a lot of his energy on making sure everything is just right.
FUTURE
4. What’s something they were sure would happen in their future but didn’t?
KR’IIA: again, he doesn’t really think that far ahead!
EKO: thinking he’d be able to rebuild his relationship with his mom :,)
5. Did they get married or have a family? Why? If otherwise, why not?
KR’IIA: they don’t strike me as the type of person who would get married! they‘d definitely have a lasting relationship though. as far as kids go, i think it depends on their partner(s)—it probably wouldn’t occur to them on their own that they’d want kids, i think the idea would have to be like. introduced to them. LOL
EKO: similar to kr’iia, i think eko’s partner(s) would have to broach the topic of getting married LMFAO. for sure, though, eko wouldn’t have kids of his own.
8. Would they become a mentor figure for anyone?
KR’IIA: i think he’d definitely have the personality for it when he’s older—probably in his 40s!
EKO: maybe! i think someone would have to actively lean on him, eko wouldn’t go to someone to teach them.
9. How do they feel about getting older and eventually dying?
KR’IIA: it’s just the natural way of things! they’re not particularly fearful of it, so long as they have a happy life.
EKO: he avoids thinking about it—he can handle talking about the death of others, but not himself.
10. How do they want to be remembered after they die?
KR’IIA: fondly :,)
EKO: again, he doesn’t think about it LOL
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I am gripping this fleeting october with both hands!! holding her captive in my heart and savoring every drop of golden sunlight!!
I am yelling, “don’t go, don’t go!”
and october is tucking my hair behind my ear with a well-timed crisp breeze and whispering “I’ll visit again next year”
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kozykricket · 5 months
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Yknow, I have a LOT to say on subnautica below zero, but ive been replaying it and I think ive been too critical on it, especially on the story and writing. Like yeah, a good bit of my critique is just... really missing what it used to be in early access But now I realize rather than it being a bad story or bad writing in general... It's just... a story that isn't very welcoming for well... many subnautica players! Not heavy spoilers on below zero but... just some thoughts on it. Not necessarily a review, I could write a far more in depth review on how the game comes together as a whole, this is more about specifically Robin.
A lot of subnauticas fanbase is survival game fans, fans of horror, and... aliens n stuff! A lot of em are probably the type of people who don't care for stories in games, so I think the real issue comes from... leaning a bit too hard into making a poetic narrative. If I were playing a more story driven game, I think I'd really, really like robin as a character. But I can see why returning subnautica fans just critique her like shes the worst character ever. Why? Because shes... A LOT to take in for someone who isn't prepared for a like, poetically written story. I think the venn diagram of those who enjoy poetry and the indomitable human spirit, and those who enjoy subnautica, is... not a HUGE overlap. I have a lot more to say on below zero that I haven't said here - I think I'll wait till I feel complete with my second round with it. But let it be known, below zero is far from a terrible game, and it certainly isnt badly written Its just... within the context of subnautica, especially for many subnautica fans and typical gamers... its a bit out of touch, perhaps? I think many fans would actually be open to subnautica testing some new waters and dipping its toes into being something a little different, and from the beginning, below zero was Subnautica but with More of a Narrative My hypothesis is that many people were likely open to subnautica with more of a focus on the story being in the frontline, but were just... overwhelmed by robin as a character. She can be pretty jarring at times, and. I like what she says sometimes, I just imagine she turns a lot of people off from the game because of how... BOLD of a character she is. Robin is unapologetically... story-pilled
anyways, shoutouts to all the creature designs in both subnauticas
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modsou · 3 years
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How are you doing today Mod Sou?
If it's alright may I request some Ranmaru, Mai and Shin fluff headcanons, please?
Hey! I'm doing great, thanks for checking in. How are you, dear?
Btw, I have another post for fluffy Mai headcanons here
Here are your headcanons:
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(I love him!!)
Initiates affectionate gestures only about half the time
This is because he's a bit of a shy boy
It's so easy to fluster him, but he doesn't make a big deal out of it
When he is flustered, he blushes red and stares anywhere but you
He seems chill, but is an explorer at heart
So when it comes to dates/hanging out, he often likes spending his time with you outside discovering new things
Though he also enjoys spending time inside just enjoying each other's company, too
One thing he likes to do is paint your nails, and he'll often ask you to paint his as well
Also, fluffy hair.
He likes it when you play with it!
I think he is a really soft boy
He is pretty emotionally vulnerable, and isn't afraid of getting personal with you
Because of this, he is also super great at comforting you
One more thing about him is that he loves writing poetry, and he would write you poems all the time, with genuine effort put into them
He would leave them on sticky notes all over for you to find when he isn't around
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(Amazing baker girl, did I mention she's amazing?)
She is so vocal about her love for you, she tells you all. the. time.
So much it might even get annoying
Since she likes talking a lot, one of her favorite things is telling you jokes
Anything just to hear you laugh, really
She'll like to do cute dances for you as well, often beckoning you to join her
Most times you are hanging out together, there will usually be soft music playing in the background, loud enough to hear but not too loud
When it comes to flirting, she can be pretty sly, though most of the time she is very blunt
Mai has no problem expressing her feelings whenever, she thinks it's very refreshing and you deserve to know how she feels about you
She's kind of like a mom in any relationship you have, whether you're dating or just friends, she just wants to platonically show you affection
She'll do things like make you lunch, kiss you on the cheek, and wash your dishes
She really doesn't mind doing chores for you honestly, it helps her calm down
Something else she'd like to do with you is try on clothing, maybe put on a cute fashion show
You bring out the child in her, and make her want to do child-like activities, like jump rope or hopscotch
Because of this, she'll ask you to have game nights with her
She'll often fake whine if she loses, yet boast if she wins
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(One word: best)
He is very physical when it comes to affection
He will randomly pick you up, tickle you, etc
But he also has odd ways of showing affection
Expect him to show up at your door one day pretending to be dying of you-withdrawal, or bringing you random presents throughout the days, or just teasing you
Even though he seems chill most of the time, he is actually constantly freaking out on the inside
He just.... doesn't understand... how someone like you... could like... him??
Every moment he spends with you he cherishes
If you're really special to him I can see him buying you a scarf to match his
He will also let you borrow his hat from time to time, but he is too shy to let you know how cute you look in it
One of his favorite things to do with people who are close to him is to get in his car, get some snacks, turn some music on and just drive
He will take you to some secluded spot to watch the sunset or look at the stars because it calms him and he wants to share the special moment with you
One thing he is really good at, despite his shyness, is keeping things from being awkward
He sure knows how to eradicate boredom
One of his methods is joke telling
Or he will just start talking about one of his interests
Or he will start teasing you
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Heya! I'm terribly sorry if these took a while, but here you go! I hope you like 'em.
Have a good day
-Mod Hiyori
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Hello love, I came across your account and saw that you were doing matchups, so a Harry Potter matchup would really put a smile on me (either era, or both… it’s all up to you!) <3
So about me, I’m bisexual without any preference. I’m a 5’4 female, taurus, INTP 4w5 and my hogwarts house is slytherin.
I don’t know if this really matters but here’s a physical description of me. I have blond, shoulder length and wavy hair. My skin is pale with slight dark circles under my eyes. Talking about eyes, mines are green and bright, although sometimes they do look grey. The way I dress changes every week, like honestly. I go from full on dark academia one week to rather ”preppy” the other.
Other than that I play guitar, and I’d like to say and think I am good at it bc when I play you could mistake me for being a musician. Lowkey. Anyways I used to have very little confident but then I started wearing eyeliner and now I feel like I rule the world.
I’m over all introverted. My friend and family describes me as intelligent, which I can agree on partly. I’m a good at speaking and arguing when someone has disgusting and terrible views such as homophobia, rasicm etc. My humor is straight up terrible. So dry and dark. I’m the kind of person to die laughing at my own shitty jokes. I’m very very ambitious. I am a good listener and I really try to help people with things that is bothering them. One of my flaws is how pessimistic I am and how I always complain about the smallest things. I’m trying hard to change that though. Like currently I’ve been complaining about my constantly cold hands for weeks (yea I feel pretty bad for my poor friends)
As you might have noticed, I love music. The possibility of finding me dancing and jumping around to songs no one likes but me is definitely huge. Other than that I read quite a lot. Usually it’s realistic books about mental instability, or those about crime. I love watching true crime even though it makes me scared of everything. Also, horror movies. Omg I love them. Moving on I write poetry as a way to express my feelings when I can’t get them out of my mouth. I’m not an active person at all, like I’ve tried a bunch of sports and I dislike em all.
Here are some other random facts about me: I love learning new languages, i’m currently trying my best to learn both italian, spanish and french (french only so I can write a love letter to absolutely no one 🙄) I’m addicted to matcha latte and Iced coffee. I curse too much. I love candles, especially those who smell good. I really enjoy museums and I like history over all. I’m so good at cooking omg. My favorite tv shows are american horror story and euphoria.
That’s about it. My prounouns are she/her btw <33 have a great day and thanks in advance
Here you go! A couple of things: 1) I picked a picture of a fancast for Remus because I imagine you with younger him rather than older him. If you don't like that picture or already have what younger Remus would look like in your imagination, by all means imagine him that way :) and 2) spoilers if you haven't checked yet but I specifically think you match with book Ginny with her sass and unique personality. Anyways, I hope you like it <333 also your description of yourself is super cool, I love it! Poetry is fire hehe
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I match you with Remus!
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-Remus loves to hear you play guitar. Remus was never musically inclined (as strange as that may sound, he seems like a violin or piano sort of guy to me) but he loved listening to you play your guitar. He always thought any piece of music sounded better when you played it, and he loved the way you could do it so effortlessly. He was never one for dancing, but he would dance with you to your favorite songs, even if he felt he looked ridiculous doing it. The effects of love, right?
-We all know Remus is a sweetheart, so he would literally do anything for you, especially if you were hurt or upset. You honestly reminded him of Sirius, something that you would snort at whenever he mentioned it. But there was something about you. Whenever you sensed the slightest change in Remus's attitude, you would check up on him. And in return, whenever you were looking the slightest bit downcast, Remus was there to invite you to sit by the lake with him. You often would read stories to each other while sitting by the lake, taking turns leaning against the other person as they read. Forehead kisses are something that is constant in your relationship.
-Remus hates confrontation, but you will always find him by your side whenever there is a debate between you and someone with despicable views. He loves how you can always defend your beliefs rationally and logically. He also likes your humor. Probably not as much as James and Sirius do, dark humor is their favorite type, but you can always count on Remus to groan at your jokes, a bit of a grin on his face. Whenever you feel your pessimistic outlook on life start to creep up on you, you can always turn to Remus. He has an almost optimistic look on things, even though his werewolf situation weighs him down a lot. He loves to find the good in things, he learned a while back that if you focus on the good, the bad gets smaller and smaller. So he'll point out the first flower of spring, or comment on how beautiful your hair looks, or admire how shimmery the lake looks when the sun shines right above it. You can't help but feel a bit happier when you're with him.
-Remus knows you love poetry, and it just so happens that he's actually pretty good. He'll show you rough drafts of his works and ask for criticism. He'll also ask if you wanna share any poetry with him, he's always impressed at how well you have a way with words. He jokes about you being the next brilliant poet, but he really believes that you could go places. Speaking of words, Remus knows several languages. He volunteers to tutor you, and every week he makes time to teach you some vocabulary. Sometimes, he’d decide that you needed a quieter place to study, so he’d take you to museums to work on French, and then take breaks to look at the art or sculptures. 
I match you with Ginny!
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-Ginny loves your outfit spontaneousness, so she often will try to match you whenever it's possible. She would invite you to Hogsmeade, wait to see what you were wearing, sprint back into her dorm, and emerge with a matching outfit. She thought it was the most hilarious thing, but she also genuinely enjoyed it. Over all, she just adores you. You have so many quirks and unique abilities that leave her breathless. She had never met a person as wonderful as you, and she was sure she never would meet another. She would fawn over you whenever she could get the chance, her siblings often ask you, “where is the real Ginny, what have you done with her?” because they had never seen her act so deeply in love until she found you. She loves laying her head in your lap, reading aloud to you some fairytale novel that you can blissfully imagine yourself as a character in. 
-Ginny's humor is about as “horrible” as yours, she will always add onto your jokes with an even worse quip. It usually ends up with both of you leaning on each other, doubled over with laughter. Do people find it strange? Maybe, but at this point, you both couldn’t care less. As a result, a lot of inside jokes would appear between you two. Ron would roll his eyes whenever he was near you two, but Hermione thought you both were so endearing together. Your life wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows, but you knew you could always fall back on Ginny if ever the need be. Her attitude would always put a smile on your face. 
-You don't play sports? Even better, you can attend Ginny's Quidditch games. You're her number one supporter, she loves being able to look into the crowd and spot you in a moment. You always stood out from everyone else, sometimes she'll make an extra lap around the stadium just to pass you again. After an inevitable victory, Ginny would drop everything and race towards you, jumping into your arms, kissing you all the while. Afterwards, when you get home, she’d give you play-by-play’s of her favourite parts of the game, and you would listen patiently. She especially loved to do that next to the fireplace, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders while she played with your hair. She likes to keep you warm, no cold hands here. Sometimes, she’ll unconsciously hold onto your hands, rubbing dainty circles on them until she feels them warm up. If there was one thing that you never doubted, it was Ginny’s love for you. You were certain that if it ever came to it, she would give up the moon and stars for you in an instant.
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I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG AHGSJHGD I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <333
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Hello love, I came across your account and saw that you were doing matchups, so a romantic harry Potter matchup would really put a smile on me <3
So about me, I’m bisexual without any preference. I’m a 5’4 female, taurus, INTP 4w5 and my hogwarts house is slytherin.
I have blond, shoulder length wavy hair. My skin is pale with slight dark circles under my eyes. Talking about eyes, mines are green and bright, although sometimes they do look grey at some points. The way I dress changes every week, like honestly. I go from full on dark academia one week to rather ”preppy” the other. Jewelry always. My body type is apparently “a spoon”. Though I have a small and skinny body.
Other than that I play guitar, and I’d like to say and think I am good at it bc when I play you could mistake me for being a musician. Lowkey. Anyways I used to have very little confident but then I started wearing eyeliner and now I feel like I rule the world.
I’m over all introverted. My friend and family describes me as intelligent, which I can agree on partly. I’m a good at speaking and arguing when someone has disgusting and terrible views such as homophobia, rasicm etc. My humor is straight up terrible. So dry and dark. I’m the kind of person to die laughing at my own shitty jokes. I’m very very ambitious. I am a good listener and I really try to help people with things that is bothering them as much as possible. When I first meet people I think I give the impression that I slightly judge them? I’m also quiet. But then when I get comfortable around someone I’m the total different. One of my flaws is how pessimistic I am and how I always complain about the smallest things. I’m currently complaining about my constantly cold hands, and has been doing that since 6 months back. I’m trying hard to change that though.
As you might have noticed, I love music. The possibility of finding me dancing and jumping around to songs no one likes but me is definitely huge. Other than that I read quite a lot. Usually it’s realistic books about mental instability, or those about crime. I love watching true crime documentaries even though it makes me anxious of everything. Also, horror movies. Omg I love them. Moving on I write poetry as a way to express my feelings when I can’t get them out of my mouth. I’m not an active person at all, like I’ve tried a bunch of sports and I dislike em all. I’ve started with daily walkes though to improve my mental health when I recently got diagnosed with anxiety and an ed.
My type of person in a partner is someone who has my humor or at least understand it. Otherwise there’s no way it will work. Also a person who is loyal and I can talk to about anything. A shoulder to cry on ejsjskwh. They don’t have to be a genius, but intelligence is a good and attractive quality. And of course respect me for who I am and don’t tries to change me.
I love learning new languages, i’m currently trying my best to learn both italian, spanish and french (french only so I can write a love letter to absolutely no one 🙄) I’m addicted to matcha latte and Iced coffee. I curse too much. I love candles, especially those who smell scent. I really enjoy museums and I like history over all.
That’s about it. My prounouns are she/her btw <33 have a great day and thanks in advance
Hello fellow Slytherin! Here's your matchup :)
I match you with...
Neville Longbottom
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You wouldn’t know it unless you got close with him, but god does this guy have a dark sense of humor.
He likes listening to you when you’re playing guitar.
Neville is pretty damn good with plants, so I imagine he definitely gives you handmade candles with the scents of his and your favourite flowers.
Museum dates.
Neville wouldn’t care that you’re a Slytherin. Even though he’s always been tormented by Slytherins, he’s smart enough to know they’re not all like that.
He will try to learn new languages with you because it’s easier when you have someone to practice it with (and also because he’s really curious about that potential love letter in French).
You both hype each other up. Neville encourages all of your ambitions, while you make sure he knows that he’s got nothing to be insecure about.
Watching true crime documentaries together with all the iced coffee you want.
Everyone thinks you’re an unlikely, but absolutely adorable pair.
I hope you enjoyed this! Thank you so much for requesting and have a lovely day/night :)
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