#Wave's ramblings

[motion-of-the-ocean]

happy fathers day to the fathers in epic...eespecially Odysseus who had to gentle parent his entire fleet

[aconfusedkitten]

he's a pirate. he's exiled from fictional italy. he's a theater kid. his best friend has anxiety and lives in a suitcase. he's wanted by the catholic church for being too silly. he calls you "my dear boy." he was banished for being a fool and decided to start a circus called the troupe of fools. his main mode of transportation is a turtle. he dual wields pistols and a sword. he has beef with a giant whale. he lives on the ocean and has fire powers.

he's even italian.

[ozarkthedog]

If Pedro felt violated just from his coffee order being broadcasted to the public, imagine how he feels knowing that people constantly keep speculating on his love life and his sexual orientation.

So maybe back the fuck off and give your fav the privacy every human being deserves.

[teaboot]

Sometimes at work it's not my place to tell people the things I want to say, and I find I often go home at the end of the rougher days to stand blankly in my shower and tell myself over and over what I wish I could pass on.

This accomplishes very little, and mostly just gives me a tension headache, but through it all I think I've narrowed myself down to a few solid things I'd like to tell people the most.

You can't change people. Not permanently, not for anythig. You can support them, encourage them, love them, give them tools and opportunities and resources, but you can't make them change. They can change themselves if they want to, but they have to want to, and they have to want it for themselves, because they're the only one that's certain to be with them forever.

For better or worse, you make your own choices, and blaming bad choices on others doesn't only work to absolve you of responsibility- it also robs you of control. Because if you say you only did something because I did something, then you arent only shifting blame- you're admitting that you cannot control yourself, that you cannot truly make choices for yourself, that other people can control you- and as long as you truly beleive that, you'll keep facing the same problems over and over. You'll keep letting others dictate your choices, because you'll beleive that they can, and you'll never be free.

White knights on horseback are from fairytales. Nobody can help you if ou're not willing to help yourself. To try, to put the dirty work in, to belive you're worth that effort- Act as though nobody is coming to save you. From a struggle, from pain, from bad relationships, from yourself. And when you do save yourself, because you will, because failure here isn't an option if you want to survive, you'll never find another dragon that can keep you prisoner.

Don't say anything to anyone that you wouldn't want them remembering forever.

Doing the right thing in bad circumstances is hard. It's the hardest thing. But if you make the choice to do that hard thing anyways, despite your fear, you'll go on the rest of your like knowing that you're the sort of person who did something.

The present only seems the hardest because the past I over and the future hasn't happened.

There's so much joy ahead of you, the kind you can't possibly understand until you see it yourself.

The responsibility of consequences is often disguised as the power of permission. "I won't do this if you help me", "I'll work on my anger if you do this for me", "I promised you I'd quit, but can I have just one?". The unspoken question is, "Can it be your fault if this goes badly?"

You cant make someone love you the way you need to be loved. Someone can love you very much and still be bad for you, even if you love them very much in return. Two people can love each other very, very much, and try their very best, and still be wrong for each other.

Sometimes being near to someone changes you, even in good ways, and the people you become don't fit together as well as the people you were.

Caring takes work. Even if it's real. Especially if it's real. And the most important gestures aren't the grand, poetic, songs-and-flowers-and-tears moments; they're getting out of bed even though you don't want to. Paying attention to things you don't enjoy. Scrubbing pans, or opening a window, saying "thank-you", or helping carry groceries into the house. The small things fill the big things- without the small, boring, mediocre things, big things feel hollow.

Thrre is honour and dignity in humble work.

If you are a cruel and spiteful person, then you will find every place you visit to be full of the same cruel, spiteful people. This is not because the world is as cruel as you, but because everywhere you are, you will be disliked. This is the curse that comes with being persistently cruel and spiteful.

If you are a kind and ppsitive person, you will repeatedly encounter kind and positive people, because as they grow familiar with you, they will be happier to have you near. This is the reward of being a kind and positive person.

When splitting paths with loved ones, briefly or forever, aim for your last words to always be "I love you".

[mellosdrawings]

So... heat waves are fun (not)

(Bonus : Mama Jamil)

[satanisasofties]

he has so many scars :(

also i noticed that characters tacet marks get bigger depending on their ult charge

no ult charge:

full/ almost full ult charge:

i wanna kiss his forehead >< im so hyper fixated on himm wahhh i need more ficss

[ninesugars]

hello to all 5 people that still care about fates. guess who’s replaying conquest

[yandere-romanticaa]

It was a dangerous thing for a man to fall in love. Men lose all rationale, all meaning and thoughts if they were to merely catch a glimpse of the object of their affection.

Such a thing was even more precarious if the man in question was Calcharo.

Calcharo, in lack of words, did not know how to love. He was unfamiliar with the soft touch a lover was required to have, the thought of having to constantly shower you with gifts and praises made his stomach churn with nausea.

So, he settled with being a silent observer. In his head that was the best possible outcome he could have. This way he would never taint you but he would also be capable of having you to himself.

Loving you brought no pleasure to Calcharo. He was often found crouching near the group campfire, his gaze distant and heavy, the grip on his weapon was so tight that the men around him were positive that if anyone dared to even approach him in such a daze, their head would be chopped off clean from their shoulders. His heart would ache so badly, Calcharo felt as though thorny vines had manifested deep inside of him and conquered his soul, leaving him powerless.

He made a rule that he will never, ever, allow you to touch him.

If he felt the gentleness of your skin on his own, there would be no going back. He would be lost deep in the abyss.

His love only brought him pain. And like the madman that he was, he continued to fall even deeper under your spell.

He was not sure if he was ready to face the pain of the absence of your presence.

[n0tamused]

Your dragon lover who comes home to you after a long time spent apart and goes to immediately hug you from behind, his arms locking you in his loving embrace and you can feel his heartbeat against your back. He is nosing at the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent that lingers with the smell of spices and herbs from the meal you're preparing. He loves you so much, and he tells you so. Not only through words but the way he holds you as if you're the sole provider of oxygen. The way his teeth lightly nip at your supple skin, leaving behind little faint marks of his love, all over your shoulders and on your nape. He is pawing at your hips, begging you to just come to the couch, to bed, hold him or let him hold you, just allow him the time to be close to you. Allow him the time to show the parts of his love that his words fail to describe. And when you give in you find yourself below him, his head on your chest listening to the drumming of your heart that he couldn't directly kiss. Your fingers are combined through his hair, creating separations in his locks before messing it up gently once more and starting over. His low, quiet sounds of pleasure tell you all you need to know about how he's enjoying this, low and soft grumbles urging you to keep going. Any more of this and he'll start purring on your chest like an oversized cat, but neither of you would mind. Not when he's holding you like his most precious treasure, wrapped around you like a rope, and not when you hold him so tenderly.

Characters: Zhongli, Neuvillette, Jiyan, Mortefi + any of your faves as dragons

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[unforth]

Today, I saw a cybertruck in person for the first time. I was not impressed. It's just so big and blocky and the silver had like...stain marks??? Yeah.

[motion-of-the-ocean]

So I'm still working on a finished version of Princy's big god form (like for 600 strike)

the most of an idea i have (this comes from a friend actually) that he would be a mershark idk what type though (suggestions are welcomed) but his tail is made of water and he's like...big big II just like the idea that during the beginning of get in the water you'd see this shark circling around Ody and something pulling him back from the shore. just for him to see some of princy's head for the "there you are coward" before hee dives under and goes to come up behind him. Ody turns around to see all of that! idk its something not much but somethng if it were ruthlessness, the shark fin would only be present and Princy would just be in very tall form

[thistlerock]

I think Fabian likes to bedazzle himself with gold jewellery (ear piercings, rings, necklaces, hair jewellery if it's long enough and he has like. Braids idk.) even though he is a dancer and should not be doing that (he does take them off for bard class he just. He just goes through the effort of putting it all back on otherwise) (oh wait he has to take a lot of it off for bloodrush too. Right. He does that.) He's Fabian and he likes to stand out and he's gonna bedazzle himself and maintain a general sexy dancing pirate aesthetic whether you like it or not. (He does not call it that but Fig does.) Number one pretty boy and proud of the title. He twinkles a little when there's light on him and there's a soft comforting clink-clank wherever he goes.

Riz likes to play with said jewellery also lmao. He absolutely stims by fumbling with his own bracers and rings but Fabian has so much more to absentmindedly play with and with him it makes fun little sounds. Delightful. His favourite is when Fabian wears dangly earrings but that's very rare. This is mostly a casual weird autistic (affectionately) friendship thing to me but you can take it as "more" than that if you want idm

[post-it-notes7]

so how's dmk feeling with that shoulder?

it hasn't appeared to actively worsen while he's piloting Mir Falspar's body; just as long as, say, someone doesn't go and smash their heel right into it

[mint-termsandconditions]

Random subject,

but I need someone to make a video essay about the bastardization of female characters and the woobification of male characters in media/fandom spaces

because I think it’s a really interesting subject that probably stems from biases that plague our society

from

“He’s such a silly little guy.”

to

Literally calling fictional female characters worse than Hitler or something

Like, I feel like people talk about specific characters but not the topic as a broader subject

I feel like there’s so much to talk about

but I don’t have the elegance, critical thinking skills, the experience, or consume enough media to talk about this

So anyone who’s reading this please, please make a video essay about it

Or make one arguing against it idk

I just need a good video essay to watch while doing homework

[llumimoon]

THEY WERE NOT KIDDING ABT THE BOT NAMES LEVELING UP R YOU KIDDING

PLUMP UROLOGIST????????????

[satanisasofties]

I NEED CALCHARO FICS NOW!!!!