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if you were a deity, what would you be the god of? // balance & revenge.

another seemingly intimidating figure. some only know you for revenge and fear you. however, you’re fair and provide justice and balance to your worshippers. you are regarded as the judge, jury, and executioner, and no one can escape.

tagged by ━ @balladetto im doing this for my boy here too >:)

tagging ━ @calamight : @strmsrcr : @somnium-led : @brokensage : @tenebriism ( for dark link, ghirahim, ganondorf or sidon <3 ) : @pestilight ( get re-tagged mf if you havent already done it for him yet ) and anyone wearing socks today :]

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Meditation On The Threshold: A Bilingual Anthology Of Poetry, ‘Presence’ by Rosario Castellanos

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Eden Robinson, “Writing Prompts for the Broken-hearted”

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Show me thorns and I'll show you hands ready to bleed.

// link of the legend of zelda franchise. // indie, sporadic but low activity, semi-selective, extremely head-canon based, sideblog to @quillheel, heralded by captain (they/them, 18).

a study in : the hero's spirit // phantom memories & phantom limbs // being god's chosen champion // being loved, being remembered and being invisible // ghosts in godhood // knowing oneself (and the lackthereof) // your legacy outliving who you were, and living alongside it // arthurian legend (in a sense) // and more

rules // about // memes // studies

currently link's interpretation is a work in progress! he is not one specific link from the legend of zelda series, but rather more based in the hero's spirit itself. things may change, I may go back on decisions I'd made in the past, etc etc. I appreciate your patience!

current artwork & initial concept was based off A Tale Of Two Rulers by FigmentForms, though has since heavily branched. Still! Credit where it is due!

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i’m gonna sing at the top of my lungs ‘cause it’s a beautiful day! i’m gonna spread my wings, ‘cause as far as i know — i am halfway home! yeah, i’m on top of the world, and it’s a beautiful thing!

ind. multimedia multimuse, heavily crossover friendly! mun loves to meet new folks — do reblog to spread this around, please! || sideblog to @endhub , promo by the lovely @the-kings-cavalry !

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— ❝ morro may have been my first pupil, but he was also MY GREATEST REGRET. ❞

pinned post with rules & about || main hub blog || art cred || wiki page

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POETRY IS STORED IN THE TAGS VOL. 1 &. 2

a collection of tags on tumblr that sound like poetry as roleplay sentence starters. feel free to change wording / pronouns / etc. as needed !

( source )

what you touch touches you back.

we fell apart like two branches from the same tree ; your name overlaps my orchard ; do you remember me ?

i have no other homeland but you.

i’m sorry , my love. i deserve this destruction.

this again. this always maybe.

i knew you by your name before it was yours.

i’ll write my own happy ending. i beg for this to not end in tragedy.

no better love that has ever loved me.

i want a love that falls as fast as a body from a balcony.

it starts with a lamb and ends with the murder of the very person you should love most.

this hunger cannot be sated.

i had a fever until i met you now you make me cool.

somedays i take my memory and play pretend. not reliving pasts , just dreaming that is only existed in my head. perhaps it did.

so cold no fire can warm me.

our hands dirtied by the others’ desire. i will declare my love with a slaughter.

tenderness sharper than any razor.

i just want to be good again.

how could you leave me when i needed to possess you ? i hated you. i loved you too.

we are all just trying to be holy.

i would have died for you but i never had the luck.

half agony , half hope.

look at the clouds in the sky. they mean nothing but they are there and they are pretty. isn’t that nice ?

if you be the one to cut me i’ll bleed forever.

wasting years chasing ghosts.

it squeezes and writhes and we call it love.

as certain dark things are to be loved.

i pity those that loves what must die and those that love nothing.

the color of anger and love is red.

if you’re hurting so am i.

when the world does not leave you room for love it doesn’t simply disappear. it reshapes itself into something cruel and monstrous and greedy and desperate. and still. there is love.

i love you as icarus loved the sun. too close , too much.

this whole cursed love. and i will wage wars in your name.

love is a verb. it’s a verb.

you are not obligated to finish it. you are not free to abandon it. you cannot stop spring from coming.

some day i want to write letters like this to the girl i love.

i am desperate for a language to hold me.

i call you and you don’t come. i love you and you don’t come.

i want to be a body for you.

more on my cruelty and strange wishes and mortified were my desires.

no matter how long we wanted to hold it in our trembling hands.

you wanted to burn.

yesterday i thought and i went : i think i already lost the person who was the light and the person who understood and maybe it cripples me.

i am your echo. i would rather break the world than lose you.

we call up our angels to cut us down.

what if we traded hands ?

you were the brightest shade of sun i had ever seen.

we are made of each other.

our hands empty except for our hands.

you die like angels sing.

and this too is home. this too is comfort.

there’s a paradise that couldn’t capture that bright infinity inside your eyes.

there’s so much love in my me it spills onto the floor and i slip and bruise my knees but still i get up again and love.

no longer at war with the world.

every story ever told is a story about love. we are always asking do you love me and the answer is always yes.

dreaming it only happened in my head.

this is the way it feels to me. can you understand what i’m saying ? does it feel this way to you ?

to be loved is to be known.

i hope it finds me.

we should share a kitchen. i’d happily let you use my knife.

you were dancing and singing and i was staring. you asked if i was falling in love. and the promise we made to each other stopped me from lying to you again. i said yes and you stopped smiling. but you kept dancing and i stayed watching.

the moon has favorites.

this is how we burn. what is done in love is done well.

this body is a blunt instrument.

sometimes the things that appear to be the most beautiful also happen to be the most terrifying.

you find beautiful things in the simplest places.

love is something so beyond comprehension.

what love looks like.

the words are new but the story isn’t. love is what’s familiar. i am in a strange country and i am at home. love is my home.

i am simply romanced.

love looks not with the eyes but with the mind.

love is the holiest thing i know.

i write to you in strings but this is me , the truth of me , as i do so : broken open by the act in the palm of your hand dying.

this makes my heart feel like the ocean.

you’re my sanctuary , where i run.

i want a love that cuts deep like a knife. like a coyote sinking its teeth into a rabbit. it’s self love if i can’t figure out where you end where i start when you put your hands on my hips. when i’m suspended in your teeth and for an eternal moment you too are being hunted. and the end of that moment happens when neither of us are sure who consumed who.

i’d like to send you poetry but you said you don’t understand it.

the world turns. i wake up and i am still in love. it has been years. still i love you as much as i did when i was fifteen.

how i wish to join the song but i know not the words.

to the you in my poems.

i say unto the stranger : how can you witness such glimpses of words and deny the rest of the world love ?

to be heard , to be seen ; isn’t that the love that can take you home ?

you’re the only thing i know like the back of my hand.

i wish your hands were holding my face.

when we started dating i used to say that every song and poem felt like it was about him. and now after his death every song and poem is about him again.

i want to be yours.

yes then , to everything. even an ending.

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𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 ;   𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 .    (   a  series  of  kiss  prompts .   some  nsfw  material  present .   )

❛  01 .   a  kiss  to  say  hello . ❛  02 .   a  kiss  for  the  first  time . ❛  03 .   a  kiss  after  a  long  time  apart . ❛  04 .   a  kiss  to  apologize . ❛  05 .   a  kiss  to  forgive . ❛  06 .   a  kiss  during  a  fight . ❛  07 .   a  kiss  to  say  what  you  can’t  say  aloud . ❛  08 .   a  kiss  in  secret  /  a  forbidden  kiss . ❛  09 .   a  kiss  to  prove  a  point . ❛  10 .   a  kiss  against  a  wall . ❛  11 .   a  kiss  on  a  rooftop . ❛  12 .   a  kiss  that  seals  a  marriage . ❛  13 .   a  kiss  before  one  goes  away . ❛  14 .   a  kiss  in  the  shower . ❛  15 .   a  kiss  that  comes  out  of  nowhere . ❛  16 .   a  kiss  first  thing  in  the  morning . ❛  17 .   a  kiss  last  thing  at  night . ❛  18 .   a  kiss  during  combat . ❛  19 .   a  kiss  during  a  fake  relationship . ❛  20 .   a  kiss  out  of  desperation . ❛  21 .   a  kiss  on  the  cheek . ❛  22 .   a  kiss  on  the  forehead . ❛  23 .   a  kiss  on  the  back  of  the  hand . ❛  24 .   a  kiss  on  the  neck . ❛  25 .   a  kiss  on  the  fingertips . ❛  26 .   a  kiss  on  the  stomach . ❛  27 .   a  kiss  to  end  the  sexual  tension . ❛  28 .   a  kiss  over  a  scar . ❛  29 .   a  kiss  over  a  wound . ❛  30 .   a  kiss  to  say  goodbye .

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THE OH HELLOS BOREAS STARTERS

taken from the 2020 ep. feel free to change pronouns, etc. tw for one allusion to suicidal thoughts

’ when the feeling leaves you, it moves so slow. like the loose change from your front pocket, you don’t even feel it go. ’ ’ you paved your hades with precious stone and made an heirloom to patricians and the rich alone. ’ ’ the toll for crossing that i’d owe charon would atrophy a half of me. ’ ’ i’m not quite ready to turn to bone. ’ ’ there’s no peace to upset. ’ ’ this ossified philosophising is getting old. ’ ’ i know i don’t make it easy to even want to hear it. ’ ’ if there’s one thing i know, it’s that either the growing is slow, or it cuts to the bone moving too quickly. ’ ’ i’ll keep half of my words in my mouth and let the syllables fall out at a steady trickling. ’ ’ i’ll be your roof caving in. ’ ’ if there’s two things i know, it’s that the sky looked white and the water like wine when i first met you. ’ ’ what did i miss? ’ ’ are you losing your true nature? ’ ’ what’s true is like a sickle: it’ll cut you to the middle. ’ ’ i think we’ve got a lot we’ve got to learn. ’ ’ love will get you slaughtered like a ram at the altar. ’ ’ what’s safe isn’t the same as what is good. ’ ’ we’ve got a lot of breaking left to do. ’ ’ my threads are coming loose. ’ ’ if i’m kindling for a little while, at least i’d feel of use. ’ ’ maybe then my breath could embody a wildfire starting. i’d sweet up the forest floor, and my body would breathe life into the corners, be a darker soil. ’ ’ i’d be lying if i told you i’m keeping tidy anymore. ’ ’ i swing from believing that maybe my working will all pay off to considering drinking with molotov. ’ ’ promise me that you’ll start where i end, and i promise to give you everything that i am. ’ ’ in the end all i hope for is to be a bit of warmth for you when there’s not a lot of warmth left to go around. ’ ’ i’m feeling more and more that there won’t be any end. ’ ’ it’s a divine invention so paper-thin you see right through it. ’ ’ it could feel like the end, to have to keep going. ’ ’ when atlas shrugs, whose back is breaking? ’ ’ i know how it feels to the hands: heavy as the heavens, a weight that could fold you if you keep holding it. ’ ’ you’ll stand like you stood as a babe, tugging at the house plants: all on your own. ’ ’ it feels like rebirth out of some kind of dying. ’

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cause i’m not the one

I’m Not The One // The Black Keys

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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐈𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

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Sharon Olds

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Perhaps spring is here. Perhaps it will all be worth it. Even though I knew even then it was worth it, staying, I mean. Even now, there is someone, somehow, waiting for me.

— Hieu Minh Nguyen, from “Uptown, Minneapolis, Minnesota”