#Thanks to some peeps in discord for the hcs

[madamhatter]

(Hi excuse me but ur a good and I want to tell you that I love talking to you over discord, always a pleasure to gush over our muses. Like you portray Sophie fantastically, it's a real pleasure to see her on dash. Just this mildly cynical helpful person who honestly needs a therapist smh. also neato to see all the aesthetic posts which just…gives a lot of life to ur blog honestly. and adding upon this I love reading your hc posts, there is so much thought that goes into them n how you portray her? I swear like. you could write an essay on her thoughts of something silly like wall paint n i'd prob read it no questions asked.)

So I sat here writing and rewriting a lot of what I was going to say to this ask. And the first thing that always came up was “Thank you, Seventh,” and “you do not know how much this means.” I will then regurgitate that again and say, again, Thank you, Seventh, you have no idea how much this reaches me on a personal level.

You are in the handful of people that really motivate me to write, because, you really engage with me. I cannot emphasize my appreciation about that - from the randomest thoughts or replies that I give or weird crap I throw your way, we always synthesize and grow and react to another. 

Within my humblest opinions as a writer, it is the best when people react to what you write. I have rambled here plenty, but my ‘love language’ as a rper is always responding (OOC) and giving feedback and writing back from the emotions elicited from someone’s writing. In some real pathetic way, it’s about acknowledgement, about being seen.

And, you, and a small handful of people, really motivate me to continue on. And some people might think it’s such a small act and gesture. I gather every small thing that I can and place it in a jar because I cherish any chance on people seeing I pour my heart out to write something for them. 

Hell, writing should be for the self, and I whole-heartedly believe it. But it is something else to write for someone else - to show the effort, love, and passion in reciprocating what they’ve made for you. 

But I’ve written with people, make some major development/connection/relationship - massive things with plotting and the whole ordeal  - and rarely, and I mean rarely, do I hear any feedback. A little morsel of engagement is hard enough to come by for me. Not a sound, not a peep.

It’s really tough on me as a writer sometimes. Moreover, as a friend. It is hard trying to channel through what you love doing, and by extension, what someone else loves too, and it is met with a resounding silence. It isn’t to receive something grand as a response or so detailed, but even an unprompted ‘that was cute!’ is enough for me. 

But, sometimes it can just feel this one-sided affair that drains me.  It has gotten me to points where I am surprised they even read it and I feel discouraged each and every time I have the chance to write. 

And it gets to a point that I need to tell someone to at least meet halfway or be more expressive on something. Just a little something. 

There are points where I stare at the ceiling and contemplate why I keep on doing this. 

It’s this depressive spiral that I ended up writing about again that I didn’t want to. But my feelings on this mean so much to me that it is hard to hold them back like tears. Because there’s still great relief with it and also this grief that meddles together in a way that wants me to hide in a hole. 

It really fucking sucks.

So, when I say it means a lot, it really means a lot. Just knowing that someone actually likes Sophie and her weird ways and getting through her things and actually going through my writing and understanding the process behind it. It gets me seen in a way that makes me want to cry in a good way.

Because it’s good to feel that the way I see you and react to your things and appreciate it is reciprocated. 

Thank you, Seventh.

[intelligentdumbass]

My Sweet Prince

It was a morning like any other, or at least, it was supposed to be.

Hyacinthus had set off with his dogs to go hunt in the nearby forest, but the trees were silent; not a single prey in sight. Wondering where they had all gone, he trekked deep into the woods until at last, the silence broke. However, it wasn’t because of the roar of a bear, the trot of a deer or the howl of a wolf. Rather it was a song, but the voice was not of a bird’s. He had walked into a small clearing, and wow was it a sight to behold.

In the middle, there was what he perceived to be a young maiden strumming on their cithara; their golden hair shimmering under the sunlight. A wide range of animals sat around them, eagerly listening to every note, and so did he and his hounds. Hyacinthus couldn’t help but stare, he was entranced.

Eventually, the musician had noticed his arrival, and the music stopped, but before they could speak, Hyacinthus snapped out of it and spoke first.

“I’m sorry miss, but who the hell are you?” He slowly approached, cautious of all the critters around them. “What in Zeus’ name is a lass like you doing here, playing in the outskirts of my kingdom?”

The stranger raised an eyebrow, but decided to play along. “Nothing, just bored and passing the time with my lyre.”

“Ah. I assume your father’s somewhere close by, then.” He looks around, but they only laughed in response.

“Oh no, I came here to have some me time with myself.”

“Wait, myself?!” Hyacinthus seems dismayed. “No one accompanied you here?! Not even a brother, cousin, or a friend?”

They shook their head; he frowned.

“Look, it’s not safe to be all alone out here. As a prince, it is my duty to protect you-”

Unfortunately, it was at that moment that he had accidentally stepped on the tail of a sleeping lion, causing it to wake up and it looked very pissed. Luckily, a silver arrow had rushed by; just barely missing the prince and piercing the cat’s heart. The rest of the animals took this as a sign to scram.

Hyacinthus blinked, and looked back at the musician, who was still sitting down on the ground, unfazed. He muttered a silent prayer of thanks to the archer god before speaking up again.

“See! I think it is best we get out of here.” He reaches out, offering his hand for them to stand up. The stranger only sighed when they realized that the mortal didn’t put two and two together.

Before he knew it, Hyacinthus felt someone’s fist punch him square in the face, causing him to stagger back. It was then that the stranger spoke again, except they sounded very different this time.

“What is it with people thinking I’m some sort of forest nymph or mortal maiden?”

Hyacinthus froze; their voice was much lower than he remembered. Gazing into their sapphire eyes, he suddenly understood. The being that stood in front of him was no mere mortal. He hastily tried to get his shit together, smiling in embarrassment.

“A-” “Apologies my lord. I suppose you’re just… that enchanting.”

“Oh?” The god raised an eyebrow, his mood slowly shifting when his instincts told him that he was telling the truth; it wasn’t merely empty flattery. “Why, thank you.” He scanned the boy from head to toe. “I suppose you’re not that bad yourself.”

“Oh, um, well of course! I’m Sparta’s heir after all!” He proudly exclaimed. “Still though, I am, uh, terribly sorry for interrupting your song.”

“No need to apologize for that.” Apollo sat down, and placed the cithara back on his lap. “In fact, you’re welcome to stay if you want. I won’t mind.”

“I thought you said you wanted some time alone?”

“Away from the other gods, I mean.”

Hyacinthus was reluctant, but as the immortal started to strum on his lyre, the offer was tempting; even his dogs seemed like they wanted to listen. He did have nothing else to do.

“…alright, only for a bit, if that’s really okay with you my lord-”

“Please, just call me Apollo.”

Unbeknownst to Hyacinthus a ‘bit’ was quite an understatement, for while listening to the god’s music it was as if time itself ceased to exist.

Now the sun was setting, and the prince had already left to go back to the palace; Apollo choosing to remain in the clearing. It was then that the west wind had materialized before him.

“I was just passing by, so here’s a quick tip.” Zephyr murmured. “If I were you, I’d try not to spend too much time with him. He’s already caught the eye of two other gods and one mortal.”

“And you’re telling me this because?” Apollo couldn’t help but have a sympathetic smile.

“…what’s with that look?”

“Well, my friend, it’s a little too late for that advice. He had already invited me to go out hunting with him.”

Zephyr frowned as he fizzled out into thin air.

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On the day of their hunt, as expected, it had gone exceptionally well. However, Apollo wasn’t the only one that had his gaze fixed on his new friend. Even as they ran through the trees, he could sense the eyes of someone else, but who could blame them? The mortal was a fit and handsome young man that much was obvious. Plus, in the short interactions that they’ve had in the week before this, the prince was quite the charmer; his banter witty and entertaining. Still, he was curious. So, when they had stopped to take a break, he asked him this,

“Has anyone ever made a move on you before?”

Hyacinthus froze. He was sitting on the ground next to him, and was about to try subtly holding his hand. “At least three other men have, but I’ve rejected them all.” He realized what that sentence might’ve implied. “That isn’t to say I’m only into women though!”

Apollo laughs. “I suppose you merely haven’t found the right one yet.”

“Who knows, perhaps I already have.” Hyacinthus beamed. “Do you know why?”

“Because I’m smart, talented, and very hot?”

“Maybe.” He inched closer. “But it’s also because of your smile, or rather, how you smile.”

The god was a little flustered, and couldn’t help but give that signature dazzling grin; thus further proving Hyacinthus’ point. Before he knew it, the prince had already leaned in, a hand holding his chin; faintly muttering something under his breath.

“May I?”

Apollo answered it with a kiss.

Thus was how they met; the beginning of the tale of the golden god and the Spartan prince.

And it didn’t take long for the news to spread.

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Everyone was just going about on their daily routine when Hyacinthus had showed up to his training with hundreds of flowers intricately woven into his hair. The soldiers were too scared to comment, but Thamyris wasn’t.

“Okay, what in the actual fuck?”

“Short version is, I fell asleep during the break after the hunting trip, so now there are a bunch of flowers in my hair.”

“Out of all of your suitors, you chose a god; hell, not just that, one of the fucking Olympians.”

“Who wouldn’t?”

“Marpessa wouldn’t.”

Hyacinthus sighed. “Look, we all have our own preferences. I’m dating him and that’s final.” He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous?”

“As if.” He turned around, about to leave; probably going to hang out with Marsyas. “Just don’t come back crying to me when shit goes downhill.”

The prince just ignored him, or at least he tried to. His words were awfully persistent.

A few days later, among the immortals, Hermes was one of the first to discover.

“Oh and Hermes,” Zeus said, when he saw his son enter the room. “If you happen to run into Apollo, please, tell him we need to talk.”

“Is it urgent?”

“…just tell him to come to me whenever he’s free.”

So that’s what he did, flying as swift as a morning breeze until he stopped in front of the studio’s door. He carefully pushed it open, but despite being the lord of communication, he couldn’t utter a single word.  

It was late in the evening, and his brother wasn’t alone.

Apollo was sitting down writing notes on a scroll, most likely for researching purposes, and behind him was a mortal curiously peering over his shoulder. Then the boy moved closer, and wrapped his arms around the blonde’s waist; tenderly whispering sweet nothings into his ear. To Hermes’ surprise, Apollo allowed him to pry him away from his work with zero complaints.

At this point, he just slowly closed the door. His message can wait. Meanwhile, the two lovers hadn’t noticed a thing.

However, now Thamyris wasn’t the only one with a complaint.

Hyacinthus was sitting under a cypress tree; trying to practice playing on the lyre his lover gifted him, when the breeze whispered into his ear.

“Look at it.” He said. “Your reflection in the water.”

The prince raised an eyebrow, but he glanced into the stream in front of him anyway. The top of his head was adorned with all sorts of flowers, no doubt due to the breath of the west wind.

“Hm… I think I liked it better when Apollo did it.”

Zephyr frowned; materializing seated down on his left.

“You’re not giving me a chance-”

“Except he already did.” Apollo sighed, suddenly appearing on Hyacinthus’ right. “For fates’ sake, take a hint and go blow someone else.”

The other god glared, but gave in, once more disappearing into the wind.

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Days turned into weeks and months of bliss. Now that isn’t to say that they didn’t have their own little problems of their own, but what did it matter?

“Those laurel wreaths you wear; they mean a lot to you, don’t they?”

“Well, of course; there are many reasons as to why I care about them, one of them being that they remind me of something I shouldn’t ever forget because I don’t want to make a mistake like that ever again.”

There was a brief moment of hesitation before he continued.

“Hyacinthus?”

“Yeah?”

“Never doubt my feelings for you, okay?”

“I never did.”

“…even so, you really must know that, because of you, right now is the best I’ve ever felt in literal decades.”

“Oh don’t flatter me, sunshine.”

“You know I can’t lie. So really, trust me when I say that I’m here to stay.”

Hyacinthus’ eyes darted around the room while the god’s head rested on his lap; the prince’s fingers twirling around in his golden locks. The floor was littered with paintings and marble statues of varying shapes and sizes scattered all over.

“Something caught your eye?” Apollo said as he saw his boyfriend look at a painting of Crete. “You can take one of them home if you’d like.”

“Oh-” “Oh no it’s fine, really! I was just… enjoying the scenery.”

“Hm, you know I could just take you there myself, right? Oooooh, imagine! A tour around Greece with yours truly.”

Hyacinthus smiled. His gaze shifted from a painting of Delphi to some art work of Leto, then Artemis, then Zeus, Athena and the rest of the other heavenly gods. What he stared at the most though, were the ones next to those paintings of the Muses and the Thriae.

The names were many, Admetus, Cyrene, Branchus, Hecuba, Helenus… then there was Cassandra, Daphne, and an unfinished Coronis, and as he continued to look, the prince could’ve sworn he felt the god gently squeeze his hand.

“Everything alright, Apollo?”

The god smiled. “I’m just… tired.”

The prince leaned in to give him a small kiss. “Well, just remember that, whatever happens, I’m not going to run away.”

And he really didn’t, or at least, not willingly, but you already knew that, didn’t you?

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Two years, or at least, about two years, their laughter almost lasted for about two years.

“Athena, Apollo still hasn’t showed up for the talk.”

“Father, just give him a little more time. He’ll come eventually. On the bright side, at least he seems to be faring much better now.”

“I know, I know… but he’s neglecting his duties.” He sighed. “When was the last time you saw him walk into Olympus?”

“Fear not my lord.” His messenger, the west wind, suddenly exclaimed. “He’s already here.”

And indeed he was, fingers dripping with crimson red; purple petals falling out of his hair.

Zephyr couldn’t help but have a sympathetic smile. “You’re welcome.”

Ai, ai, ai…

…

…

…

It was a morning like any other, or at least, it was supposed to be.

Hyacinthus loved to spar. The god was a fierce opponent and he could never truly win, but man did he love seeing him panting and drenched in sweat. Another favorite sport of his was the throwing of the discus; he especially loved to try to run and catch it once his lover had sent it hurling into the air.

Crack

Apollo could’ve sworn that sound had echoed across the fields. Before he knew it, cradled in his arms was the stem of a poor flower that had broke its neck; all due to the breath of the west wind. All of his knowledge in the arts of healing was useless; by the time he tried it was already too late. So he just, sat there until a concerned Artemis tried dragging him back over to Leto in Delos, but he unknowingly slipped away.

It was like time itself ceased to exist.

Ai, ai, ai…

…

…

…

It was an interesting sight to see. Apollo had a blank look in his eyes and Athena was standing in his way; Zephyr a little further down the hall behind her, curiously peaking over the corner.

“Athena, move.”

“Apollo,” The goddess was perfectly calm. “Father has already retired him as his personal messenger, and he is now going to serve under Eros to repent for the very stupid thing he did in ‘the name of love’.”

“It’s not enough-”

“I know, and it’s never going to be enough.” Then she muttered. “Look, what happened with Pallas was much more justifiable than what this idiot wind bag did and even then, even if it was our father, to this day a tiny part of me is still pissed even if I knew he did it because he was worried about me.”

For a moment, the god was quiet. “Zephyr isn’t nearly as important.”

“But still crucial enough; I think it’d be best if we didn’t lose the west wind. Listen to your head, you know this isn’t worth it; it’s never going to be worth it.”

After a few seconds of silence, in the blink of an eye, Apollo was gone.

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Olympus’ garden was huge; its depths filled with paths most don’t even know of. It was here the two gods sat down on top of a small hill, right in front of a giant crevice that overlooked all of their creations.

“I really am unreasonable, aren’t I, Hermes? Crying over beings much lesser than myself…”

“You had your eyes and heart set upon a mortal, so I guess it does sound foolish to grieve over their mortality but… I think we’re all a little unreasonable sometimes.” His friend paused for a moment, to think. “Is there anything you want to say? To Hyacinthus, I mean, when I guide him down to Hades.”

“…”

“If we should ever meet again

No matter how long the wait

No matter how many lifetimes it takes

My arms will be glad to welcome you in an embrace

Until then, just know

That even when man has forgotten my face

And I roam the world as nothing but a shade

Your memory will continue, forever living on

In all the flowers that the earth will cover itself, bearing your name

Goodnight, my sweet prince”

[sakasakiii]

Hi! I absolutely adore all your art, it’s always so sweet or absolutely tears my heart out (in a good way) and your style’s so lovely! I was wondering, do you have a design for Findis or Lalwen?

nonnies!!! apologies for the delay, but thank you so so much for your sweet words and request 🥰 it tears MY heart out whenever u guys take time to send in such kind feedback so like... THANK YOU WAAA 🥺😭 i always appreciate the requests too, cuz if i didnt get prompts from u guys 3/4 of my posts would be maedhros lmao

as such, here are my designs for findis and lalwen!

and as per tradition, sketch pageeee 💃

thoughts n ramblings under the cut (plus expanded credit to @dialux for her influence + a little update at the very end)

- now this was a bit hard to answer at first cuz i had like ZERO ideas on how to do findis and lalwen lmao (they were done so dirty by being cut out of the silm waUGh)

- but over the months i had a better idea of Findis, mostly thanks to @dialux 's AMAZING findis character study on ao3 !!! definitely read it if you havent already bc her findis is just,,, SO well written hhHHhh 💓 ngl she's practically my canon findis by now!

- so!! the parts abt feanor and findis' relationship, and findis' singing, and short-haired findis are all inspired and pulled from her fic (and she tackles it way WAY better than i could ever so AGAIN i would highly recommend reading it 🥰)

- admittedly from there i did end up diverging a little down my own path of hcs (e.g the songstress bit) so Dia i hope u dont mind !! 🙏

- i kind of played by ear with Lalwen, and so she just came to me as I was sketching... there were some other hcs i have of her that i physically cannot draw (such as her being a skilled equestrian) but tl;dr all u gotta know is that under her skirt she's wearing breeches and tall riding boots

- i wanted to give her a messier fringe, but in the end she's become my 13795th elf who has a middle parting :'D (is this a curse of morgoth's? somewhere out there the discord peeps are sighing in disapproval BAHAHA)

- all in all im ENAMOURED with exploring the finwean aunties' relationships with their nephews and nieces! perhaps one day...

update update: im back home but some things are going down IRL that have me a little 😬 so I might be inactive for a few more days! To those who've left comments or messaged me privately, I'm really really sorry I haven't gotten back yet but I promise I'll respond as soon as I'm able!! 😙💓

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

Can I order a cake? Im 5'3, i am pisces rising and sun and a sagittarius moon. I like drawing and dancing a lot and I'm OBSESSED with true crime shows/podcasts. People tell me i'm mean and have an attitude but i really don't like being disrespected by other people for no reason (but i lowkey have anger issues)💀. I love playing minecraft and roblox (superior games🙄🤚) Im a mixed hispanic🇨🇴(my dads mixed, my mom black). Thank you 😩🙏💕(sorry if this is long, this is my first time asking😭)

🍰 for @bxbygurlisa

Romantic Matchup

Kenma Kozume

How yall met

Discord

You mfs met on discord

You, kenma,and a big group of people were just playing minecraft

And somehow you just ended up sticking with kenma

Yall mined together

Farmed together

Blew up houses together

Ahem

Anyways yalls sleep schedule is very fucked

So you both ended up staying awake into the night

And eventually

Everyone on the server had left

Now it was just you and kenma

You both just continued to play and talk to each other

Turns out you both had quite a few things in common

And apparently you went to his school!

Now even partial insomniacs need sleep

You agreed to meet up at the gym monday after school

So you and kenma parted ways promising to find eachother at school

Monday rolled around and you were waiting outside the gym doors

“y/n? That you?”

You looked up and saw Kenma!

You both chatted for a bit

Before Kuroo’s RUDE ASS

Decided to but in

“Oya? Kenmas got a s/o now?”

“Gross kuroo”

Anyways it was time for kenma to practice so you gave him your # number and told him to text you when he got home so you could play some more

Unfortunately for kenma kuroo noticed how his face turned the slightest shade of pink when you did that

Poor boy got teased all practice

You both made it a tradition to at least play one game after school

And this went on for about a month or two

And kenma was starting to realize that he might…

Indeed….

Have a crush on you….

He caught himself constantly staring at the clock

Counting down the seconds till he could see you

It was getting to the point where almost EVERYTHING reminded him of you

So what did he do to solve this problem?

Confessed to you in a minecraft server duh

It was actually super cute

And of course you said yes!

Kenma was super happy

But still wanted to smack Kuroos “i told you so” look right of his face

What they love about you

He loves that you stand up for yourself

He does agree that you might have some anger issues

But fuck the people who ticked you off in the first place am i right

Yeah he's got some anger issues too….

Eh makes for funner times anyways

Favorite things to do together

Alright let's not beat around the bush

Mans likes to play games with you

But but but but but

He likes to play with you in person

COVID cant do shit in the anime world

So he always invites you over to his place to play games

And if you'll allow it

He wants you to play in his lap

Or he’ll play with his head in your lat

Cuddly boi

Random Hc

Yall are always watching true crime shows

And then talk about how you could get away with murder

Kenma says he would go for the poisoning method

Less messy….

Kuroo you better watch out 💀

His favorite games are combat games

Especially with you

Ngl he thought he would have to throw some matches

But then you beat his ass

And this prideful son of a bitch could NOT let that slide

Whenever he loses he always tells you that he let you win

Sure kenma...sure

One time when you guys were playing on discord

Your gaming session got cut short

Because your mom walked in and told you to

“Get yo ass up and go do the dishes like i asked”

Sigh

Parents of Color tings

Overall Aesthetic

Gamersss

Songs-

505- arctic monkeys

Hayloft- mother mother

Apocalypse- cigarets after sex

Beamer boy- lil peep

[my-arlington-academia]

YEET peeps were talking about the 5 love languages in the discord not too long ago so i got curious,, can i have headcanons for neha, karol and claire's love languages??? (like what their love language would be and a few hcs about it pwease????)

Of course sweetie! Thank you lots for the request 💝💕 Hmm love languages... all of those will be guesses of course. I just hope they're accurate guesses 🤞

Karolina: quality time and receiving gifts

- Karolina does not like losing her precious time on people she deems to be unworthy of her attention

- so if she's going out of her way to invite you to spend some time with her or to stay with her longer, you can be sure that she really appreciates you

- tries her best to do it in a really sneaky way, she doesn't want to make it too obvious

- she sends you an article she found online and she's like

- "Read this. Apparently they're opening up a new restaurant in town. Seems interesting, don't you think?"

- if you don't take the hint she tries to pressure you in dubious ways

- "I wanted to go there with Neha this Sunday but unfortunately she's really busy lately, it would be boring if I went alone..."

- is really frustrated because she knows that you caught the hint 😂

- will definitely play "hard to get"

- whenever you guys are together, she's trying to make herself look good in any way possible

- dresses herself really well but still in a modest manner (no jewelry, classic style clothing, etc.)

- always ends up having a good time with you and forgets her initial goal

- "Goddammit! I was supposed to seduce them, not take another cup of coffee..."

- as for the gifts, it doesn't have to be too expensive for Karolina to like it

- Of course she'd appreciate it, but the thought behind the gift is more important

- like for example: if it's a callback to one of your earlier conversations

- maybe she asked for something randomly and didn't actually expect you to remember it but you gift her that thing

- then she'll know for sure that you were paying attention to what she was saying and it'll make her happy

- she'll keep the gift on her nightstand and look at it before sleeping

- it reminds her of you and she smiles fondly while remembering all the good times you guys spent together

Neha: acts of service and words of affirmation

- Neha is actually a big sweetheart

- she has to be really professional with her brand but outside of that, she's a really emotional person

- she tries her best to keep it inside but when it gets out, it's a lot all at once

- so that's when your words really soothe her

- she knows that the things she feels can be easily reasoned with but she's unable to reason herself when her feelings are too strong

- so that's why whenever she speaks with you and puts all of her feelings in words, it helps her a lot

- you're a really good listener and when she's done letting it all out you provide her with ways to deal with her problems

- you're her voice of reason when she loses hers

- because of that she feels extremely safe around you

- as time goes on, she keeps on opening up more and more to you because she knows that you won't ask for the details she doesn't want to share and you'll reassure her

- she also loves it when you go out of your way to do things for her

- especially if it's things she knows you normally don't like doing and/or things you wouldn't do for anyone else

- she admits to you that she sometimes gets so engrossed in designing and sewing that she forgets to eat meals

- so you start fetching them for her

- the first time you came at her door with a plate of food she was stunned

- "Ah... right. It's already 7pm and I haven't eaten dinner. But I feel really bad about this... you don't have to go fetch food for me, you know? It's my problem if I skip meals sometimes."

- yet you keep doing it and doing it

- the really first time she directly asked something of you was when she was sick in bed and it was the deadline for an important homework

- she almost begged you to give the homework to the teacher in her stead

- " I'm... so sorry for being a bother... I managed to finish it in time and I don't want it to go to waste... please I know I can ask you this."

- Of course you do it for her!!

- not only do you give the homework to the teacher, but you also take care of her while she's sick

- secretly loves being treated like a kid when she's sick

- When you feed her in bed

- When you stay next to her and put your hand on her forehead

- after she's healed, she remembers all of it and gets random urges to smile

- like, she's working and her mind wanders off for a second and she has a small grin on her face

- Karolina is persuaded that you've made her go crazy or something

Claire: words of affirmation and physical touch

- she's not a big fan of PDA, but when the both of you are alone?

- oh my oh my...

- whenever you touch her without warning, she lets out a squeak which makes you think that she doesn't like it so you move your hand away

- but she grabs it and shamelessly puts it back where it was

- "N-no! Please don't stop um... I was just really surprised!"

- all of her blood goes in her cheeks and she looks like a red traffic light

- HDIZLGISKDFVIDLZVFUDOZBDUDO-

- she's screaming inside.

- she loves physical contact but is extremely embarrassed by it at the same time

- whenever she wants to touch you she always asks first, and everytime she's making it sound like it's a really big deal

- most of all she loves hugs!

- and god she's so soft and she smells so good...

- when she starts her sentence with stuttering, you already know that she's trying to ask for a hug so you do it right away

- her heart jumps around at the sudden contact

- she's persuaded that she's developing heart problems

- "Y/N please let go of me! I think I'm about to have a heart attack!! Prepare to apply CPR!"

- breathes heavily when you let her go

- "Ah... Ah... false alarm! No need for CPR after all!!"

- the both of you laugh at the silly situation

- thankfully she's like this only at the beginning of the relationship

- she becomes much more confident about it later on

- kisses you gently on the cheek when you're down or when you've worked hard at something

- congratulates you a lot

- Also! She loves compliments!

- she'll always be modest about it like "oh that's not true, you're exaggerating!"

- but she really adores it

- your words are so important to her that she can practically quote all of the compliments you've ever given her

- she's super proud of herself when you praise her even though she'll never admit it

- she randomly remembers some things you told her when she's trying to fall asleep and laughs out of happiness

- Raquel is extremely worried when she hears her laugh at night 😂

- "Uhhh... Claire, you okay there? You remembered something good?"

- "Hehe! You'll never guess!! Y/N told me that I'm beautiful!"

- Raquel rolls her eyes everytime

- "Uh-huh. I toooootally couldn't have guessed that."

[zylistic]

Here’s Grian for today’s “A Hermit A Day” Challenge! Oh boy, where do I even start? I mean I kinda owe it all to Grian, since I got into Hermitcraft because of him and all that—yep, I’m in that percentage of the fandom that discovered HC in S6 because of Grian, lol. I was binge watching his build swap and build battles, as well as some of his tutorials, when I caught sight of his Hermitcraft 6: Episode 66 - Welcome to Grianville (yes I had to look that one up too, lol)!

So uh yeah, thanks GMan.

In my timezone, it’s around 11:23 AM, whereas I usually post around 10 PM, so I decided to get this out early! And the reason for that is because tomorrow will be the start of A Hermit A Day: Batch 2! This time I’ll include PythonGB, Welsknight, and honorary hermits Pixlriffs, and ZloyXP into the roster!

And this time we’ll have a twist.

Here you see two outfits; Outfit A and Outfit B! (Yes I took this from Pinterest shut up I don’t own this ctto) All you have to do is the same as before; request a hermit of your own choosing but this time with the outfit you want them to wear! I only put up 2 choices because I might just go crazy if there’s more. Just like before, this is first come first serve, and the outfits to choose from will change every post. Yes there will be female outfits for the gorls but this will all be chosen randomly from either my peeps at Discord orrr my IRL friends in Messenger.

Also this time, if I somehow included a female outfit between the two, then that means it’s possible to repeat a female hermit...or make a guy hermit wear that female outfit.

I mean there’s always Iskall and Ren who’d probably look fab in pretty much anything.

Look actually I don’t care—make Doc wear a dress or X wear a maid outfit, it’s plausible, but I’m just saying that if I include a girl’s outfit you can probs request a hermitgal for me to draw.

Everyone can wear whatever they want and I will applaud them for it because y’all are valid.

Remember to request a hermit for tomorrow!

[thewritingstar]

Holy shit I have over 600 followers!!!!

Thank you all so much!! It’s crazy how I’ve been writing for about two years and how much love and support I have gotten.

It truly means a lot that so many of you are loyal readers who are always commenting and loving fic after fic and you are the reason that I enjoy writing so much.

Sorry to my FT peeps who have been waiting for more content, I’ve been swept into my love of ppg again but I promise I have not forgotten about you. I have a handful of fics that will destroy your hearts :)

Everyone I’ve met on here and through discord has shown so much love and appreciation towards me and it’s overwhelming to think that my fics could impact anyone to any level.

Thank you for letting me fill your heart with fluff and destroy it with angst at my leisure. You all have been wonderful and there’s nothing I can do to repay you for your kindness so more fics will have to do.

Whether you have been here since day one and watched me go through that writing challenge, joined later, watched my wips crumble or just came into the craziness, I thank your

Anyways thank you always for the unconditional love time after time.

Remember;

Asks and request always open. Send me a prompt, a hc or even just a question

Commissions! My commissions are open and they are only $5 a pop so get em hot (or not what ever works boo)

You can find my work on AO3, Wattpad (o know but all my drabbles are in one book for a binge read) and some even on FF. Net

And if you have an insta follow me on there because I post insta only drabbles and anwser all sorts of things!!! Let me follow you back too!!!

Okay I’m done now but thank you so much!! Thank you so much for being apart of the starling (idk what we had decided) and thank you to every friend and person I have talk to you. Every comment is appreciate and slide into my DMs when ever, I’m bored and I adore you already

-With love, Star

Also I think I might do a fic giveaway so let me know if that’s something you would like.

[glee-dsm-events2]

ANNIVERSARY EVENT: FUTURE WEEK

ALL THIS INFORMATION IS OOC.

Alright peeps. So in celebration of the THIRD YEAR of this RP being active and awesome, we are presenting a FUTURE WEEK. Essentially, we’re fast forwarding 12 years into the future when students can return to Ohio and to Lima Heights institute for a week in celebration of Sue’s Wedding (to herself)! The game will be put on pause (this includes paras, convos and acceptances) for one week - March 22nd through March 29th - and we will bring everything to the year 2032. 

As previously mentioned, Sue is throwing a huge wedding - to herself - and all past students are invited to attend! Now, here are some of the guidelines - 

You have to DISCUSS future plans with other writers. Do not assume just because you currently shipping/writing/talking with them that they’ll want to do a future scenario.

Also a quick note - there’s no need to get upset at other writers if they are choosing to go a different way. THIS IS AU. Things happening during Future Week DO NOT guarantee what happens in the real game. (Current time)

We are pausing time between March 22-29th. Which means no convos/paras/etc outside of Future Week. 

We’ll be doing this all in side blogs.

THINGS FOR DISCORD 

We will ask everyone to post a quick “update” in the Discord once the FUTURE WEEK channel is in there. Just a few sentences telling everyone where your character is at - where they live, what they’re doing, who they’re with, how things have changed with their parents/siblings since graduation, what their careers are, etc.

Some options: claiming, auctions, sold, etc.

Careers: keep in mind that status has a lot of weight in this society. A Dominant with two claims is going to have higher quality jobs - CEOs, high income lawyers, doctors, etc. A Dominant with one claim would do well, but maybe not the top of their field. Claimed submissives could still certainly have good jobs, but they tend to be not as high paying - part-time work, teachers, law enforcement, emergency techs, nurses, artists, journalists, etc. They can “own” businesses, but they would be in their Dom’s name - that sort of thing. Purchasing slaves says more to the Dominant’s wealth - slaves are very expensive (think like a couple hundred thousand) so one Dominant probably wouldn’t have more than one unless they’re extremely wealthy. 

Mood boards - if you post a mood board or ‘collage’ we’ll give you 100 points. Now, these points are kinda given ooc so they won’t be able to be discussed once we get back to in-game. And these mood boards would be placed as decorations for the reunion so the information would be public. These collages need to show what your character has been up to the last 12 years. 

The ‘intranet’ will still be active for people to talk publicly, and F2F’s of course.

We are not allowing pictures of children on the dash. HOWEVER, we will allow them on the Discord Channel if people would like to plan out that sort of thing. REMINDER - the world is not just all triplets. While multiples do happen, they are not promised at every single births. There are also twins and singles - for the sake of simplicity, let’s say triplets are as high as we go. Keep in mind that because of the chemical warfare, natural pregnancies are difficult to achieve and most people have IVF.

If you’d like to do anything with your character’s future in regards to policy, laws, politics, please run them by us first. Most other Life HC’s will probably be fine, we just need to be cautious of ‘breaking the world.’

If you are choosing to have your character have gone to the auctions, we will allow that the school would rent them for the week to be able to be in-play. We’ll likely have more information as it gets closer, but that is a future option.

This is not a mandatory event, HOWEVER, we will not be allowing any other activity during this week. So, if you do not want to be a part of the future event, that’s fine, but then you’ll be on a break until it’s over. Additionally, we’re not doing acceptances or activity checks during this time.

More information will come, but we wanted to make sure everyone was aware of what was going on. And thank you for 3 awesome drama-filled years in this crazy little world :) 

[dcrkstcr]

lovely peeps ! i am nina, a low-lifer in the GMT+2 area, which means I'll be off and on at all the wrong hours. this is my sideblog to my main besotted hoe (daario) and will be portraying edgelord of twarthed ambition, softer-hair-than-thou gerold dayne ! my discord is @trash arthurian character#7149 'cause i'm a sl*t for all things camelot & myth. below you find gerold’s intro, five headcanons & a wee bit regarding possible ploints; these might be added to as plot progresses .

♔  →  westeros  presents  SER GEROLD DAYNE “DARKSTAR”,  the  KNIGHT  of  HIGH HERMITAGE,  branch  to  STARFALL.  a  raven  sent  word  that  he  bears  the  resemblance  to  ALEXANDER DREYMON.  the  TWENTY-NINE  year  old  MALE  was  DARING & FAR-REACHING  before  the  dawn  of  war,  but  have  now  become  RESENTFUL & ENSNARED.  when  songs  are  sung,  their  verses  speak  of  CURLED LOCKS WRAPPED AROUND DEFT FINGERS, MANUSCRIPTS CRUMPLED INTO A FIST, WHITE KNUCKLES, WHETSTONE SHRIEKING AGAINST A SWORD’S LETHAL EDGE.  whispers  throughout  the  seven  kingdoms  claim  that  their  allegiance  lies  with  THEMSELVES,  but  fealty  means  little  when  you  play  the  game  of  thrones.

1/5 hcs: His personality, ambition and grievances are compliant with ASOIAF canon. Gerold has it engraved in blood that he will never reach a renown even half comparable to that of his deceased cousin, Arthur Morningstar. It embitters him, and has done so since he was young, head whirling with aborted dreams of glory.

2/5 hcs: However, the acknowledgement that he will never make history only dampens his spirit, not puts it out. Nothing can nullify his attempts to forge his own name, even if it must be one cast in darkness rather than gold. The reputation he has garnered as the most dangerous man in Dorne is something he tends to, like some men tend to gardens, like some tend to their very thirst.

3/5 hcs: He has no allegiance to the young Lord of Starfall, and would gladly crush him under his heel if he could. He has no living family, and it is a loss hardly mourned, as any mewling siblings or dotting aunts would only chip away at the awe & fear surrounding his reputation.

4/5 hcs: From an early age, when he realized he would never run the main bloodline of Dayne no matter how many successors he eliminated, Gerold had decided to side with the Martells. He entered Arianne's personal guard when she was no more than a teen, but even then possessed the force to bring whole armies to ruin.

5/5 hcs: The following headcanon, which is to boot the most important one, is heavily reliant on the next plotpoints, as well as the wanted connections that will get taken up & the mun's own visions for their characters. Long story short, the failed coup in which Darkstar & Arianne attempt to crown Myrcella never happens. He never falls from grace, and, as Doran's mind grows heavy with thoughts of war, with the flapping of wings above their heads, the Prince of Dorne pays less and less heed to his daughter. Arianne is free to either marry Darkstar (plot point one) or continue her schemes and vie for power in her own way.

plot point #1: gerold marries arianne, as hinted at by this quote ( thank you, GRRM, for providing us with the most Iconic Toxic Duo of the era ) and they become enmeshed in their own distrust & foiled ambitions.

He is highborn enough to make a worthy consort, she thought. Father would question my good sense, but our children would be as beautiful as dragonlords. If there was a handsomer man in Dorne, she did not know him.

plot point #2: they are not lawfully married ( if the other player does not wish it ) but he still remains in her service, awaiting the sweep of hand that will bring his plans to fruition. he has played all cards on her name, and her potential to mold Dorne in her will, and would not back out now. not even with the whispers of certain doom coiling around them.

*lyssa peake: he becomes entangled in his own affair, the direct opposite of what he had ( or could ever have ) with arianne. lyssa peake, the widow of a turncloak lordling, becomes a mirrored fragment, a twofold reflection of arianne's every trait. where his princess of dorne is resilient, lyssa is pliant, adaptable, winding through circumstances and the hearts of men. where arianne is spitfire sharp wit, lyssa is culture, womanly arts, tales spoken before the hearth. darkstar, who already no longer knows where his malice ends and arianne's begins, will have to choose between more than two war camp sides.

[askharoldgloom]

((Sooooo, in a couple asks to other peeps regaurding anime, they've said 'What's that?' or something similar 'cause it isn't in the gloomverse universe? *confuzzlement* I'm assuming that's because it'd be extremely taxing to the electricity magicians just to make a show, where people could go out and watch magicians live instead. Jus' a little confused on this bit, but everything else I've seen of the blog has been amazing and in character as far as I can tell.))

((Heyo! Seems like someone’s been paying attention! ;)

Yeah I uh… When I first started up this blog, I was very, very concerned about breaking character. Like HIGHLY. I still am. But after RPing in the GVRP Discord, I was told that my HC personality for Harold is one of the better Harold interpretations– Which is hilarious, because I’ve been projecting myself onto that RP like no fucking tomorrow, lmao.

Back at the start of the blog, those asks about anime, the asks about Voltron, were all literally because, in-comic, there’s no televisions or anything like that. Just radios and such. It’s hard to watch an anime when you don’t have a TV or computer proper. So trying to stick with canon, I went with a “wtf is an anime”.

NOW THOUGH! I’m a bit more comfortable with my own headcanons and such, Since joining that Discord server, I’ve started RPing more openly with them and people have been very receptive towards it!!! Which is great! Something I didn’t expect from this!

If I had to pass off that inconsistency as anything, it’d probably be something along the lines of a “Harold was denying it existing because he was very shy about it, and probably picked on by Wallis for liking it.” type of HC. But that’s all just me, and the wording of the past asks is inconsistent with it anyways! I’d go through and delete the asks for consistency’s sake* but, ONE! that seems in poor spirit, TWO! That involves loading my archive, which would probably crash my internet horribly, and THREE! I’m really lazy so like, no thanks. I’ll deal with my mistakes like a real man. lmao.

Hope that clears something up for you though! Sorry for rambling so much on it >w>;; ))

((*I think I got all of them? but they’ve been re-tagged as “#NOT BLOG CANON” just because some of the answers were legitimately hilarious and I’d cry if I deleted them lmao))