#stillgcod

[imaginarianisms]

#IMAGINARIANISMS. an independent, private & selective multiera, multigenre, multifandom, multimuse, multiship & multiverse aesthetic, worldbuilding ask/rp blog featuring both canon & original characters of naruto, gangsta., a song of ice & fire/game of thrones/house of the dragon, the walking dead, & more. predominantly headcanon & exomemory based with both canon divergency & canon compliancy. sporadic activity; predominantly discord based & mutuals only. non-spoiler free. 15+ years rp experience. alternate universe, crossover, group rp, canon compliant, canon divergent, original character & fandomless character friendly. previously dominusornatum; originally established in 2019, archived in 2020 & restarted in 2023. haunted by angel / arcana & the imaginarians galaxy system.

a 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖞 on abandonment, trauma, madness, the nurturing of others when one never received it for oneself, gender, queerness, indigeneity, disability, neurodivergency, alterhumanity, plurality, what makes a monster & what makes a human, indigenous spirituality, coming of age, young adulthood, indigenous pessimism, indigenous existentialism, indigenous psychology, holy eldritch abominations, enlightenment, apotheosis, witchcraft, occultism, prophecy, quests, dreams of the future, legacy, kings & lionhearts, messiahs & machiavels, whatever our souls are made of yours & mine are the same, family horror, platonic lovers, psychosexual tangles, unholy soulmateism, doomed by the narrative, cannibalism as tenderness & love, love is hunger, the divine within the profane, knighthood, queer chivalry, flower language, gods & monsters, coming back wrong, collective rage & grief, raw passion & power, the art of dominance, submission, trust & eroticism, sexual exploration, found family, troubled youth, children forced to kill, the corruption of youth, the face of love's rage, women in power, sex workers, cults, human exploitation, god loves you but not enough to save you, all the eyes on you, colonialism, intergenerational trauma, indigenous historical trauma, having faith in humanity despite everything, all my relations, the lengths you're willing to go for the ones you love, wars in the mind, hedonism, glamour, pleasure, desire, wrath, survival, vengeance & justice, undying devotion & unconditional love.

𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑.

angel / arcana / ansale'wit / ᐋᓐᔐᓃ • 24 • poc; indigenous "canadian"; mixed native & jewish • predominantly transmascfem genderfluid two spirit & intersex bodied • bi; omni; bi/omni vincian/lesbian/enbian; aspec; ambiamorous • any but indigenous & plural pronouns preferred • disabled & neurodivergent; autism, adhd, cfs, pots, stpd, bpd, cptsd, did, etc. • future ambulatory wheelchair user & multipurpose psychiatric service dog handler • multigenic hc-did system host

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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐒𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌.

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• Absolutely no discourse, bigotry nor fakeclaiming of any kind is tolerated here, nor are any debates or drama or callout posts. This is our& personal space. Do not waste our& time.

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main focus : daenerys targaryen, jon snow, misa amane, helaena targaryen, aemond targaryen & alys rivers.

current writing level : medium.

𝐁𝐘𝐅 . . .

• Predominantly beta editor & dashboard user; i'm& still working on the finer details of everything as in actually setting up things but please feel free to inquire about our& muses, we& have plenty! <333 • Read rules before interaction please & thank you! • This blog deals with heavy, triggering themes & has many problematic characters from problematic families from "problematic" fiction & we& have 0 intention of softening them! • This blog is run by a system of color, please be respectful of all of us& & understand that because of this the overwhelming vast majority of our& roster are muses of color, specifically indigenous muses of color & that I& mostly rp with other muns of color but I'm& not opposed to writing with white muns as long as you're respectful, this blog is mostly run by me& but there will be times when my& system members post or possibly even rp as themselves, so if you believe we are faking having did or our plurality as a whole & our& experiences around it, if you do not enjoy any of our& presences while you may do with another or mine&, if you ignore my& system members just to only speak to me& or you are not comfortable with us& often making posts / mentions relating to did, plurality & each other, block us& & move on. our& traumas & copings for them are just as real as we& are, & everyone in the system deserves to & should have the equal amount of respect, love, dignity, honor, care & undivided attention. we& will not tolerate any bullshit from anyone, so if that's something that intimidates you i& suggest you either check your internalized ableism & pluralphobia & learn to do better or leave!!

𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝐈𝐅 . . .

General DNI criteria, just... basic things like minors, bigots, racists, -phobes, ableists, sanists, antisemites, if you're going to drag us& into any kind of discourse, y'all get it. hopefully.

[agirlinhell]

❤ + stillgcod

POSITIVITY TIME!!! || ALWAYS ACCEPTING. || @stillgcod &&. @gciltyascharged

OKAY!!!! so Merc is literally one of my favorite people on the planet!! They're so genuinely kind and compassionate and sweet and resourceful and brave and I really really love them for that, not just as a RP partner but as a genuine friend. Merc is genuinely one of the kindest people I've ever had the chance to talk to and not only are they kind but they're also beautifully creative and faithful to the characters they portray and to their friends! They always manage to find some way to make me smile no matter what on the bad days. I also totally recommend following their blogs because of the way they portray very minor ( and original ) characters and making them believable and realistic and fleshed out to the storyline to the point where I literally accept their portrayal of Sophie for example as the canon Sophie. They've been through a lot and that's never easy but I'm so very proud on how far they've come and I hope our friendship continues to grow for years to come!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

[gciltyascharged]

stillgcod replied to your post:

❝ C—CUNT !! ❞

      ❝ Ah -- fuck... ❞ that one echoed across the entire courtyard, causing him to stop. Maaaaybe that was a bit too excessive, but still -- hands cup around his lips as he leans back to shout into the crisp air: ❝ HAH! Fuckin’ sick, Soph! FUCKIN’ BIIIIITCHIN’! ❞ 

[penguinpositivity]

@stillgcod && @prctecthem && @youngshct && @pyrrhaeic && @zombeam && @keptmanners && @weprevail

[fertilizerbomb]

@stillgcod​ /////

❛     SOPHIE  !      ❜             𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞.           mainly  because  he’s  never  actually  been  upset  around  her.         how  could  anyone  be  ?           he  jogs  back  into  the  school  ,  handing  the  rabbit  off  to  aasim.           then  ,  he’s  over  to  her  in  no  time.        ❛     here.        i  found  these  out  by  the  traps.     thought  you’d  like  them.   ❜         he  fishes  into  his  pocket  ,  where  he  then  draws  out  a  few  --  now  crushed  --  flowers.        ❛    ah----   shit.        they  were  prettier  before  the  pocket. . .     ❜

[twdgdeadmanwalking]

tagged by: @writingxthexsilence

tagging: @mi-ll-er @scarred-by-monsters @nctbitten @agirlinhell @dirtandguts @dcadrct @stillgcod @xendure

the rules: answer the questions given to you by the tagged, write 11 questions of your own and tag 11 people.

1. A question you’d like to ask me but don’t dare ? (keeping this and putting it right up front. *evil laughter*)

Have you ever wanted to visit the UK?

2. Favorite food?

Sausage, mashed potatoes and beans

3. If you could travel to one place and money was no object, where would you go?

I’d take my kids to Universal Studios in the USA, Florida.

4. Favorite author?

J.R.R.Tolkien, or Enid Blyton.

5. What is one thing on your bucket list you plan on checking off no matter what it takes to get there?

At this point in time, getting a private pilot license.

6. What got you into RP?

Bleach was where I first started RP’ing way back in the day when the internet was just becoming a thing. Still remember the old bulletin boards. I took a break for a while when the server disappeared overnight. I came back to RP on tumblr in around 2014? That was because it was an outlet to help me deal with some things.

7. How long have you been writing?

Since I was 19, so that would be 18 years now.

8. What is the one thing that can always pull you out of a funk?

Talking to somebody, anybody, it doesn’t matter who. Just so long as it takes my mind off whatever put me in the funk in the first place.

9. Without naming names, what is your best friend like?

They are hard working, about as tired as me the whole time. Known each other for a long time now, and we don’t talk as much as we should. They are only one of a handful of people who actually know me properly. They know what I am going through, what I have been through, and where I wish to be in a few years time.

10. Favorite thing to write?

I write all kinds of things if I can, so I wouldn’t say this is my favourite per se? I would say it is the thing I can write best though, that being angst.

Xbox or PlayStation?

PlayStation. I like the controllers a little better, I find the Xbox controllers too chunky. Not to mention FF7 remake will be PlayStation only for a while

My questions to you:

A question you’d like to ask me but don’t dare ? (keeping this and putting it right up front. *evil laughter*)

What got you into RP?

Why did you choose your particular muse?

Is your personality reflected in your muse?

Favorite thing to write?

Are you a lots of friends is good, or a handful of best friends kind of person?

Do you like giving your muses soundtracks?

How long have you had your muse?

Do you think you will ever get bored of writing your muse?

If the apocalypse should ever happen, would you take your muse into your group? why?

Do you have trouble focusing sometimes?

[agirlinhell-a]

💃 + waltz ( dancing! )

In truth, she’s never danced with anyone before, though in times of great grief she had always danced in secluded areas, undisturbed when the weight of the world had taken its toll on her. She could hear the gentle music playing softly in the background while the crickets chirped as the two girls swayed to the sound of freedom in the form of the sweet melody of Romance in F Minor, Op.11, B.39 by Antonin Dvorak. She’d taken Sophie’s hands in hers after having seen her cry out her sorrow on her shoulder, and invited her to dance, just as when she’d first offered her hand when she’d first rescued her when the ship was sinking. It’d been a year since then and the remaining residents had been rebuilding the school and their lives while mourning their dead. In all that time, Sophie had followed her around like a lost puppy. It was rather tragic, actually, but the girl could never blame her, nor would she ever reject her company. During this time, they’d grown close. It was to be expected, after Sophie had been traded off like she was nothing, abandoned and almost been murdered by her own sister, she couldn’t say she blamed her. 

Clementine had never seen anyone so gentle, so kind, so sweet and so imaginative. Her smile could light up the world and her masterpieces burned into her soul. Her eyes were as blue as the ocean and her hair was as red as roses, the sunset and flames. In truth, Clementine’s never met anyone like her before. She had discovered a kind of peace, as she’d watched the girl draw and paint portraits and on the walls of empty rooms. She was a vision, and Clementine was loath to look away.Oddly enough, Clementine found herself completely entranced by everything about her. She was absolutely stunning, and she wasn’t just thinking it due to her limited experience with girls.

She had the most fascinatingly fiery red hair she had ever seen. This was a first for her. It looked incredibly soft, which begged the question: was it really as soft as it looked? She was overcome with the desire to touch it, to find out for herself. She had fathomless ocean eyes, deep dark pools that trapped the gazer and didn’t let her go. The way she moved suggested that she might have been a dancer, or an angel, or at the very least a princess. Sophie’s footsteps were light and silent, and she moved with a grace that she had never witnessed upon the battlefield. She… moved her. Just watching her, she felt funny… different. Like nothing else mattered. Like the skies had opened up and placed her upon this earth just to distract her from her hassles, to remind her that, no matter how many people get blown to bits on a battlefield, or how many friends one lost in a war, there was still goodness in it worth fighting for. She instilled in her a sense that something waited for her when this was all over. She was so sublimely out of place out here that she found she couldn’t look away. She didn’t want to look away. 

Every movement at the corners of her mouth, every graceful twist of the wrist as she worked, and the way her gaze slid over toward her, seriously calm and observant, her shy and sweet smiles, as she checked to make sure she was well, fascinated her. They were the barest, most tantalizing hints as to the girl she actually was, and she needed more.

As they moved around the room in tranquil silence, Clem smiled softly at her, her eyes bright with barely concealed joy as she twirled the other girl around, a hand steady on her waist with her free hand on her prosthetic arm. She said nothing, not wanting to ruin the moment yet the look on her face expressed everything Sophie needed to know.

And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.

@stillgcod

[tennoutoften]

stillgcod replied to your post: [ Tenn things that hurt me #999: “Please don’t...

I genuinely would both kill and die for Tennessee and I’m so upset about the ending,,,,,,

[ Gosh same! Overall this season was a wonderful sendoff to the series and I’m so glad that the kids mostly got to have a hopeful ending, but I was (and am) genuinely heartsick that Tenn didn’t survive to see it. ]

[weprevail-blog]

“you can’t keep me safe from everything.” ( to mitch ! )

❛      i  can  sure  fucking  TRY  though  ,  can’t  i  ?    ❜        he  smirks  a  bit  ,  leaning  down  &  eyeing  her.          ❛     even  shitty  games  of  truth  or  war.      or  whatever  the  fuck  louis  is  trying  to  make  us  play.   ❜        head  shakes  as  a  chuckle  leaves  him.       ❛    come  on.       we  can  go  draw  or  something.         you  can  paint  on  my  back  if  you  want  !   ❜

[parablcd]

@stillgcod liked for a starter!

She doesn’t wake all at once.

It’s the pain that rouses her first; a distant but persistent throbbing that stab- stab- stabs at her consciousness until she can no longer ignore it. She stirs, and it’s a mistake- her breath hisses between clenched teeth as one by one her aching muscles make their presence known. 

It hurts. Everything hurts.

She holds her eyes shut, willing herself to sink down, down, down, back into blissful darkness. Her mouth is dry. Her body hurts a dozen ways and counting. Somewhere beyond her, light dances across her face, the dappled patterns of light and dark visible even through closed eyelids. Relief slips further and further away. She pursues. Bulls through the pain. Struggles to coordinate her heavy limbs, to twist away from the offending light-

Her arm is caught.

She jerks awake all at once, thrashing against her restraints with the ferocity of a fox in a snare. Trapped! Escape! Run! The mantras play like air raid sirens in her head, adrenaline coursing through her veins and tunnelling her vision. Can’t pull free. Panic floods her chest, and in desperation she twists, reaching her free hand to tear-

She stops, all at once, a strangled noise forcing itself out of her as she gapes, horrified, at the absence of hand at the end of her arm.

[trustinginthelight]

“ it’s not really like me to lash out. ” ( to louis! since i haven’t interacted with him yet lol )

alice merton lyrical starters | accepting

“Yeah– I’m not used to seeing you or Minnie getting pissed like that.Pretty damn funny when it happens, though,” They both were aboutthe most gentle people at the school, including Tenn, so seeing eitherof them really getting angry? Oh, boy that was a show! 

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, though. Marlon deserved it. The way he was talking to Min? Pretty shit, if you ask me,”

[agirlinhell]

Send me a url and I'll record my voice saying the url along with what I think of them. || ( ACCEPTING. ) || @stillgcod

[gciltyascharged]

stillgcod replied to your post:

❝ oh. uh. oh. ❞ she’s unsure of a fun reply to that!

     ❝ ... ❞ DRAMATICALLY POINTS BEHIND HER (nothing’s there), ❝ WALKER ! ❞

[ladyimaginarium]

                                       SHIPPING TAGS !

TELL ME THE STORY ABOUT HOW THE SUN LOVED THE MOON SO MUCH HE DIED EVERY NIGHT TO LET HER BREATHE. ( LOUISENTINE. || MOREFINESSE. )

DON’T TELL YOUR MOTHER ; KISS ONE ANOTHER ; DIE FOR EACH OTHER ; WE’RE COOL OR THE SUMMER. ( VIOLETINE. || BACKWARDSTARS. )

I TASTE THE GOOD & THE BAD IN YOU & I WANT THEM BOTH. ( MARLONTINE. || DCADRCT. )

I’VE GOT A RENEGADE HEART & IT’S SCREAMING HIS NAME. ( MITCHENTINE. || BACKWARDSTARS &&. GCILTYASCHARGED. )

SHE LIVES IN A DAYDREAM WHERE I DON’T BELONG ‘CAUSE SHE IS THE SUNLIGHT ; THE SUN IS GONE. ( SOPHIETINE. || STILLGCOD. )

I COULD BE ANYTHING IN THE WORLD BUT I WANTED TO BE HIS. ( DOUGENTINE. || PAULKLEE-GUILD. )

I WILL LOVE YOU UNTIL THE END OF TIME ; I WOULD WAIT A MILLION YEARS. ( HIKATOKA. || APERENNIALFLAME. )

DROWN ME IN EVERYTHING THAT YOU ARE. ( DELICOLEX. || FORGEVALOR. )

I THOUGHT OF ANGELS CHOKING ON THEIR HALOS ; GET THEM DRUNK ON ROSEWATER. ( DELICOPHELIA. || FAMILIARBLOOD. )

HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH WITH YOU. ( JAIKO. || FAMILIARBLOOD. )

THEY SAY THAT THE WORLD WAS BUILT FOR TWO. ( JULIYANG. || FAMILIARBLOOD. )

OUR LOVE WAS MADE FOR MOVIE SCREENS. ( MARCONNIE. || MARCOADRIANX. )

[fertilizerbomb]

☜  +  finding out minnie shot sophie ( even tho he wasn’t there )

for  a  moment  ,  he  doesn’t  hear  anything.            his  gaze  doesn’t  really  focus  on  anything.          he  just  feels…          ANGRY.            lilly  had  said  that  THE  TWINS  WERE  WITH  DELTA.            they  were  alive.            he’d  spent  the  last  month  dreaming  about  what  it  would  feel  like  to  see  sophie  again.           to  just…         HOLD  HER  &  APOLOGIZE  for  not  being  there.            for  believing  marlon.          it  was  easy  to  believe  —–  how  many  walkers  had  he  saved  sophie  from  ?            that  idea  that  they  got  ambushed  &  the  twins  died  wasn’t  a  bad  lie. 

BUT  IT  WAS  A  LIE.           ❛      why  would  she—-         no.     ❜        he  shakes  his  head  ,  brows  furrowing  as  warm  hues  try  to  find  something  real  to  focus  on.            none  of  this  could  be  real.         sophie  was  dead  —  sophie  was  alive  —  minerva  killed  her  ?          WHY  ?          minnie  had  been  sweet.        she’d  loved  her  sister.         her  twin.          it  didn’t  make  sense.   

he  can’t  find  words.         they  all  feel  too jumbled  to  make  sense.         so  he  just  shakes  his  head  &  stumbles  back.         he  takes  off  ,  running  back  outside  &  to  the  graveyard.        minnie’s  cross  feels  like  a  dagger.       why  would  she  do  that  to  someone  like  sophie  ?         someone  so  peaceful  &  beautiful  &  just…       SHE  WAS  PURE  SUNLIGHT.          

HE  GRABS  MINNIE’S  CROSS  ,  yanking  it  out  of  the  ground.         it  looks  like  child’s  play  in  his  bout  of  anger.         he  throws  it  haphazardly  at  the  far  wall  ,         watching  it  splinter.          his  dirty  cheeks  are  wiped  clean  in  streaks  of  tears.        there’s  not  an  ounce  of  him  that  regrets  destroying  it.

 violet’s  leaning  against  the  banister  ,  knowing  exactly  how  he  feels.         she  doesn’t  stop  him  –  doesn’t  say  anything  at  all.         he’s  never  cried  openly  –  but  right  now  ?         he  finds  himself  falling  back  against  the  wall  beside  sophie’s  grave.         he  holds  his  head,    shoulders  shaking  as  he  cries.       he  wants  to  break  something  else  —–  but  what  was  the  point  ?        it  wouldn’t  bring  her  back.         

it  hurt  to  have  his  emotions  yanked  around.        he’d  thought  he  was  getting  her  back.        to  know  that  she  had  SUFFERED?       that  her  own  flesh  &  blood  was  the  one  to  take  her  life  ?          if  minerva  were  still  alive  ,  she  wouldn’t  be  for  long.   

[twdgdeadmanwalking]

Five songs that remind you of your muse:

This one is for Clementine.

Linkin Park - By myself

Evanescence - Going under

The eden project - Fumes

Imagine Dragons - Natural

Johnny Cash - Hurt

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