#this user is a seal

[transmasculine]

“this user is a bunny” “this user is a cat” “this user is a dog” “this user is a seal” “this user is a sheep” “this user is a unicorn”

[cf-12]

Arrival (2016)

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Day 9

Deity

*sneezes after downing coffee* Well irl stuff got in the way so I'm way behind my original schedule for these and for Linktober but here we go with another arguably short one, fuelled purely by self indulgence, headcanons, spite against my linguist essays that kept me from keeping to schedule, severe sleep deprivation, a shout out to the Ender Lilies soundtrack and Majora's Mask soundtrack, and Nintendo for not clarifying anything about the lore so I'm snatching what I can and making it my own lol. Look, when you fíxate so much on details the Zelda team doesn't elaborate on you have to fill in the gaps with what you can.

As always can be read as romantic or platonic, technically in a LU context but not explicitly in it by itself.

The Lord of the Mountain liked hearing people sing.

In a way, it wasn’t a surprise, Hylia and the Golden Three each had their ballads and symphonies and minuets, each splendid and with cuts of their divinity in it, Farore was fond of lightning and forest alive minuets, and you could swear Farosh sparked just a bit brighter when one would him the beginnings of the Minuet of the Forest near their spring, Din was fond of boleros, fiery and alive and howling with the echo of flame touching earth that made a shine run through Dinraal’s scales, Nayru, in contrast, was much fonder of blizzard and river quiet serenades, the songs of contemplation at first snow ringing clear when Naydra curled around it’s spring, content to be free of Malice.

And of course Hylia had her ballads and lullabies, perfectly fitting to her display of divinity, of honey days and vast bird like wings, of ambered summers to come and to pass and dazzling solar storms of starlight and sunlight sparking through the human form of her descendants and heroes. So in a way, you weren’t surprised at all that the Lord of the Mountain – Satori, with a familiar touch of londsleite divinity, the hunt of the woodland beasts and diamondscar adoration for the Hero of the Wilds, similar in glory to the Light Spirits petrichor and vermeil fondness for the Hero of the Twilight – liked to listen to people sing. What you were surprised was how it attempted to follow along, it’s head across your lap the second you sat down in the clearing, a gentle hum on back of it’s throat, an owl’s cry and a cicada’s humming and faintly, chirring purring as presses it’s faces into your hands, a gentle request for petting.

It was adorable, even with the faint notes of the chill of clear spring water on winter and the livewire feeling of magic, like holding your hand too close to a flame but not quite touching it.

A low chuckle brushes against the back of your mind, a feeling like biting on ice, the prowl of a wild beast and the build up of lightning and light used to create his blade, the amused affection of a warrior reconvening with their brother in arms, you think you see the bone ivory of the Deity’s hair on the side of your vision, though you know he’s not physically there, ‘He likes you.’

You hum, gently patting behind it’s ears, pushing through the chill, gracefully not mentioning the burning with a smile at the mythic being’s faint chirring, birdsong and the wind through cherry blossoms that sparkle like rose quartz, “Well I quite like him too, I can see where it’s gentleness comes from.”

The ghost of a touch over your hair, the caress of lightning striking over your skin and the hair on the back of your neck pricking up and the crisp cold of winter, the chill of the ending and the flame of a new dawn, of new days, the phantom of magnolias and spring water on your tongue. The fragrance of pine, daffodils and blood soaked lilies on ashen fields on your senses, gentle and careful, marking but not claiming, ‘Only because it’s you, beloved. It’s not something easily given.’

You sigh, shakily composing yourself, you let yourself relax into the phantom sensation. Of hopes and dreams and healed suffering, of the divinity of hunt turned into protection and lightning given form, of tangled timelines and crystalized memories, “I know. It does not change my opinion, either way.”

To be the subject of a god’s care and regard was dangerous, after all. For the human and the deity in question, you know the stories from your world well, of the effects of Hylia on First and Sky, of Twilight and the personification of the Twilight Realm and the spirits of his land, of Wild and clawing from death’s embrace into that of the wilderness.

Knew how the fact the Fierce Deity’s mere proximity causing pain on those who changed him into hunting for hunt’s sake into protection for the sake of someone else cut deeper than even the ever encroaching entropy all beings must one day face. It was no wonder the Song of Healing was his creation, to want to ease the burden.

You gladly grant him some peace, in turn, even if it wasn’t much. It’s the least you can do, for always having his ways of watching over your heroes.

“Join me? We can make a duet.”

You feel more than see him shift, ephemeral, fleeting, gentle against the edges of your existence, as foreign to Hyrule as your own, sparking over your spine as you feel ozone and rust on your teeth. Satori is humming again to match the rumble of thunder in the man’s voice, the heralding of songs of war and elegies for the dead, ‘Of course, though I’m afraid I do not know many songs, besides…’

“It’s alright,”, you smile faintly, there’s a white ocarina in his hands, as he leans, a spectre against your side, “I’ll teach you some of my own, though you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t remember all the lyrics.”

‘It would be my honor to learn.’

You think he smiles, from the fluttering of something ancient and long forgotten against your side.

You sing to Satori and the Chain, a small respite of familiar and forgotten tunes, the Lord of the Mountain hums along. The Fierce Deity’s song cutting through any nightmares that may ail your heroes for another night.

When the dawn of a new day comes, the feeling of divinity against your skin feels just a bit more obvious, sinking into every crack of your being like a shroud, falling over your boys like a veil, reflecting the breath of eternity over Hyrule.

(First gives you a look that’s half exasperation, half understanding. Sky pointedly sticks to your side as Time looks you over, markings deep with vibrant color. You shrug with a helpless smile as you feel the lightest brushes of Hylia’s fond days of gold and starlit summers days against the Lord of the Mountains warm, luminous affection and the Fierce Deity’s smug, but content lonsdaleite smile.)

[kwistowee]

JOSEPH QUINN as RALPH | TIMEWASTERS (2017)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Ooooo thank you for explaining the cult 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

Would you be able to go in depth about how and why warlocks are hated or the general history or state of your world?

Hope you're having a good time zone 😊

🫶🏽

not really because i haven't really thought about it! and this isn't really my own worldbuilding, this is the general consensus from high fantasy media in general:

Warlocks in general have a reputation for being evil, practicing dark magic, and making pacts with "bad" forces - like demons! they're thought to be servants of evil & are not to be trusted. their magic is usually chaotic and wild, unlike wizardry and witchcraft with are more careful and controlled - and their magic is learned, whereas warlocks get their magic from a powerful entity via some form of payment (ex: their soul)

really, warlocks can be good or bad or somewhere in between like any magic user. but due to the nature/source of their powers, they're seen as evil. the rarity of them only adds to this, since many do indeed get corrupted by their patron - or they sought out their pact for less than savory reasons

[m1d-45]

To help with the writer's block: Post Hunt Creator getting affection from their favorite acolytes. Like, actual affection, not just offerings and pretty words.

For example, Razor would absolutely flop on someone if given permission, no exceptions, so he'd definitely (lightly) throw his body weight onto the Creator if they asked.

you are so real for this

starting with razor youre 100% right. he and his pack sleep in giant nap piles anyway, and you’re already his family. he’s like the worlds best weighted blanket, and you can run your hands through his hair if you’re stressed. 10/10 would nap in a field with again.

i imagine childe’s a touchy guy, for little reason outside of I Said So. always greets his siblings with a hug, and is more than willing to give you one if you’d like. you’re safe in his hugs, whether it’s in the middle of a street or in a private corner of the palace. 10/10

kazuha is also someone very willing to just go lie in the grass for a bit. you don’t have to touch him if you don’t want to, and he’ll keep watch as you rest, arranging flowers in your hair. 11/10 extra point because he’s the love of my life your honor

hu tao isn’t the best at physical affection but always knows just what to say to cheer you up. would offer to go for a walk, so something to get your mind in a better place, anything to make you smile for just a moment. 11/10 extra point for finally being on my blog despite how she’s haunted (pun intended) my mind

both yaoyao and klee do their very best to make you feel better by showing you things that make them happy. klee gives you dodoco and yaoyao shows you some beautiful spots in liyue, both sharing stories in one way or another. when you get to wherever it is you’re going—please guide klee away from lakes—they likely have a bit too much energy to sit with you, but will return to you with every interesting thing they find. yaoyao brings you a flower, klee shows a small rock she found by the river (oh lord are there fish in there?) and names it something silly. 10/10 they stay silly

[moonflowerpetal]

Au! Chayanne as a selkie

[the-real-warren-graham]

IF YOU COMPLETE MY SHORT SURVEY I WILL SEND YOU A PICTURE OF A SEAL THAT REMINDS ME OF YOU BASED ON YOUR PROFILE!!!!

Hi lovelies!!! I am conducting a short, completely anonymous 12 question survey about Tumblrs effect on how young people view mental health issues! Once you have completed the survey, comment a cute emoji and I will begin the hunt to find a seal that I think you would look like. Thanks for your time! the survey is really short and I would really appreciate it. Check the description of the survey for more details + trigger warnings.

[facultyloungecosplay]

An exciting Friday evening doing some small decor projects

[pearthery]

hello. to my mutuals. i am Dronked right now. i have consumed some Alcohol. Depressants. my reaction time is so slow right now. did you know (if you are reading this) that i love you so much. even when i am absent! even when i have vanished away into the wilderness!! even when i am gone for years and decades and centuries and eons on end!!!! i love you and i think you are so wonderful and sweet and i appreciate your presence in my life!!!! you are keeping me going!!!!!!! i hope everything goes well for you and life is kind to you and that you know that i love you!!!!!!!!

[strawberry-seal77]

I take it you kinda like seals

Whaaaaaaaaaaat :3 how ever could you figure that out?

[kakdidyoulaythisegg]

This is probably the worst take I made but whateva I make my own rulez

[dutybcrne]

It’s easy enough to tell just how much something really got to Kaeya based on the air around him. He’s so carefully in control of his own emotions and Vision alike, his true feelings tend to go unnoticed or masked as something else. But if it really threw him or a loop or upset him in some way, a notable change in temperatures ( proportionate to how much he was affected ) is the surest sign, regardless of his poker face.

[feartheoldblog]

ancient dragons’ lightning strike my beloved spell

[underfellz]

new oc refs for artfight!

[corpsoir]

hi my name is sailboat ocean guy and my stand is seal