* // 𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐌.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 ; 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐌.

[apollynns]

Last post in queue.  This blog is now fully archived.  Find me here to continue interactions.

[apollynns]

  *  //  𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐍𝐆𝐒​.

her  red  lips  upturn  into  a  gentle  smile.  she  cares  little  that  he  does  not  wish  to  make  so  much  eye  contact.  (  he  is  just  shy,  he  will  come  around  with  time  !  )  “  oh,  you  are  too  kind  !  ”  she  says,  joyfully  with  the  understanding  of  their  partnership.  “  i  hope  that  we  can  be  good  friends  when  all  of  this  is  done.  i  am  terribly  sorry  if  i  troubled  you  with  my  mess.  why,  i  should  make  you  a  pie  !  a  gooseberry  pie  !  ”  excited  by  the  prospect,  she  begins  to  think  about  the  recipe.  “  my  friends  love  to  carry  a  merry  tune  !  they  sing  practically  everywhere  they  go.  i  am  sure  that  if  we  both  sing  a  lovely  little  tune,  they  will  come  instantly  !  ”  a  pause,  thinking  about  the  potentials.  

“  oh,  i  know  !  ”  a  quick  whistle  has  a  few  of  her  dear  animal  friends  coming  out  of  the  woods.  it  was  a  band  of  deer  and  owls.  “  oh,  there  you  are  !  i  have  a  wonderful  message  for  you.  do  you  think  you  could  take  it  for  me  ?  ”  her  voice,  tenderly  sweet.  the  animals  nod  in  tandem.  “  go  find  the  lovely  little  men  who  saved  me  from  sleeping  outdoors  !  tell  them  that  we  will  listen  for  their  merry  tune  in  order  to  find  them  !  perhaps  we  can  even  sing  back  in  order  for  them  to  find  us  !  ”  and  with  that,  the  animals  dart  away  after  another  handful  of  nods.  she  waves,  playfully.  

“  goodbye,  goodbye  !  ”  

𝚃𝙾𝙾 𝙸𝙽𝚅𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 , 𝚃𝙾𝙾 𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙳 , 𝚃𝙾𝙾 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚃.    albeit disinterested in instilling any form of fright, nevertheless did the blunt openness bemuse him enough to freeze in place.  at such unforeseen turn of dialogue, what kind of rejection would be the most reasonable— what set of words the most gentle of refusals ?  he was a maverick of hushed farewells, one to depart without a trace, an empty-space-on-the-couch sort of friend.  the type who shall not be saved regardless of attachments.    ( nevermind the lacking appreciation for desserts. )    why set yourself up for disappointment to such extent ?  betwixt impasse and enthusiasm was any possible counter cut short, crumbling under a whistle whilst all mystification manifested :    in his presence, an odd sight of summoned forest dwellers as though following royal command.

“ … ”    in throbbing silence rubbed two fingers his eyelids to process such occurrence.   ‘ by the heavens, what did i witness ? ‘   clearing his throat deeply, he objected, at last :    “ unfortunately, i must disappoint.  i am…. not good at singing…  they’d be best exempt of it, if surviving the dark woods is already difficult enough. ”    exaggeratingly dramaticized, naturally, but it ought to save his skin  ( and pride ).  in theory.    “ now then, i suggest you lead me wherever you have seen them last.  perhaps they left tracks behind that we can follow. ”

[apollynns]

  *  //  𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐌.

Nothing was going to stop him then. The what-if’s had long since died in Riku’s heart. Because no matter what he went through, one thing was certain– Better he dirty his hands than anyone else.

❝ … ❞

Lips thin and straighten. There’s a truth he’d rather not think on. ❝ Guess this is what they mean when they say don’t meet your heroes, huh. ❞ His glance diverts. ❝ But I wouldn’t give you all the credit. ❞ There was Terra… Kairi… but mostly, his very own folly.

❝ I don’t think I’d believe you if you told me you wanted to go back to ignorance. ❞

𝙱𝙴𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙰𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚂𝙴𝚆𝙽 𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝙰 𝙼𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷 ;   a villainous mouth which scarcely sermonized about falsehood.  and to catch his almost-successor with wicked influence, the rawness and shame of one single misplaced inspiration among all those virtues, was but comedic irony.     “ you are correct.  to retreat from experienced realities means to run away.  and even if i wanted to, i could not.  it is an impossible ordeal to forget something this crucial, and almost cellular. ”    here he indulged mutual confessions to admit a specific flaw, one that implied he possessed no immunity against the mania of hauntedness.  a reminder for two reflections, housed within the same cracked mirror.

" a memory, thought forgotten, still lingers in the back of our minds, waiting to be untombed.  your mark of mastery has proven this. "

[apollynns]

  *  //  𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒​.

𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, her heart continues to yearn for the sound of your voice. a simple squeezing of the skin, your pulse and hers, lulling her deeper into the trance of wholesome sweet harmony —— where she dares to leave the ghosting of her lips imprinted onto your shoulder. her deepest desire / her delight : home.  ❝ paradise in exchange for fictitious interpretation ? ❞  starry-night lover pauses, the skittish of her tongue waiting to reveal such playful banter. ❝ the poets of the old were right archisei, our love must be blind for you to give me the better end of the deal. ❞  the softness of her voice emits a nectar coated with honey-like laughter and her heart soars furthermore into your devotion. silently she needn’t not say : my dream is your dream. rather, it is instead written in her expression : wherever you go, my place is with you ( so please do not go too far that i cannot follow. ) nuzzling further against your clavicle, she muses on : ❝  surely my trivial paintings cannot compare to the actual glory of unexplored edens and the unearthing of its hidden knowledge and legends. ❞

𝙰𝙽 𝙴𝚇𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙻𝙸𝚁𝚃 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙽 𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙷𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷.   and in spite of alluring cosmology singing imposingly above their heads did they only want one thing :  another minute of silence around them so that they may ponder and dream another dream  —  anywhere, anywhen, in any loving way.    “ nonsense, my dear, art has its own valuable and tangible importance, and yours is just as relevant.  whereas science is about chasing after the unproven, seeking that which needs to be known.  i can only hope the results of my work will be of equal worth. ”    unhindered, as now, did he adore ;  and unashamed wrapped his arm around his darling polaris, each word a prayer, every kiss to your crown a vow to navigate back to you.  always... always embracing the stars.    " hypothetically speaking, if we find it, you and i, what if it is a terrible place ?  or worse even ;  what if paradise is disappointing and underwhelming ?  would this be a deal breaker ? "    (  harken the cries of old teal-tainted ghosts, laden with astrological guilt at the sight of their decaying transparency :   how could you let her die while you so selfishly revel in indifference    /    how could you let the green turn red and allow the withering of our second beginnings    /   how could you, how could you, how could you ?  )

[apollynns]

some drafts are queued, while the remaining ones will be directly transferred to the new blog. since it’s all set up to continue the usual messiah complex, consider this current one as archived.  any details regarding future thread writing are laid out in this post here.  see you yonder !

[apollynns]

one of the first things i want to do on my fresh blog is to FINALLY write a verse list, including but not limited to nier verse(s), greek mythos, ff7, etc etc

[apollynns]

blog update :  as i write up a few of my drafts and queue them in my freetime, i set up a new blog.  any further steps may proceed as per the following :

should you like to reply to threads written in legacy, you can feel free to move them to a new post written with the new editor, since i will be bound to it, or you can reply with legacy as well and i will move it to a new post later  ( but don’t forget to @ mention me, or write me a DM if i didn’t seem to have seen it )   keep in mind new xkit and xkit rewritten aren’t compatible with each other's trimming tools and it will look untidy if a thread uses two different editors. it’s just how it is.

plots and dynamics continue, of course.  i might even approach some ppl to revive old threads.  normalize picking up old things and treat them as new as they were two years ago slkdjflsdkj.

if there is a starter i wrote which you’d still like to answer to, i’m willing to repost it.  reposting ( and re-reblogging ) can also apply to threads that just have started with one or two reblogs, and we could keep track of the notes better that way.  just let me know if you are open for that.

[ikiryomiss]

[ 生霊黄泉 ] today i offer my palms to dead lands and muted streets before death seams my eyelids, sews me in the skin of all the earth and sleeps forever in my hands.

——  the fact that this death fails to destroy me altogether means that I want to live wildly, madly, and that therefore the fear of my own death is always there, not displaced by a single inch.

#   𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐈  -  independent, low-activity, headcanon-based  𝙺𝙸𝙺𝚈𝙾  from the anime / manga of the feudal fairytale titled 𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑦𝑎𝑠𝘩𝑎. re-established once again under the same url, with mix portrayal of both the anime and manga kept in mind, but overall considered to be canon-divergent. cherished forever by ailli ( she / 25+ ) and formerly known as : ofbellflowers.

[aasterites]

𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.  if the star-guised girl asked : would you marry me, how would you respond ? innocence is what unveils her inquiry like the stars sheltered in the night. quick and instantaneous, her soft meteorites spirals against you without warning. burning with celestial anticipation, falling without any second thoughts for despite being so young, the star that burns deep within her knows the destruction in your veins. for theirs was a cosmic bond built like no others. like two speck of light traversing together into one single harmony, she knew you even at the heavenly distance from your star to hers. so by all means, entertain her. entertain her when she holds out your hand and looks at you with a wholesome smile. entertain her when she makes her gentle request, her latest wish, and when she calls out to you :  her  playmate,  would you answer her when she says :  ❝  you’re going to be my husband now, okay archisei ? ❞ // @apollynn

[apollynns]

𝙶𝚄𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙳-𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 ;    your warm fingers curled around his.  the half-crushed puerility in his gaze, already broken beyond repair, tyrannized by a deep-woven drive and obsession for the obscure.  it dictated each wish and prayer, albeit lacking comprehension of the reason why a pair of jointed stars happened to be born worlds apart, born without the common means to cross paths.  passing each other by like parallels at odds with the firmament.  never did distance frighten him enough to not touch a world behind the waves  ---  prepared for the dark ignition, the flames and reckless-boy definition, to ultimately be rewarded with an ancient tear running down the cheek when the day came to, at last, face-to-face meet.  of course, back upon island sands the mythos of the star shaped fruit, and its lasting entwinement, had not been much pondered on, and you both were children, young, and miserable about the slightest inconvenience…  so that an immediate uncertainty towards a potential failure of vows would infest the imagination before he even could say yes.  and this boy still squeezed your hand, and he still did not release its comfort.      “ husband, me  —  ?  w— where does that come from ?  i — i can’t even buy a house yet…. ”   

[apollynns]

if you receive this, you make somebody happy! go on and send this to ten of your followers who makes you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. if you get one back, even better! ♡

to be honest, i first thought this cute message was sent here by accident, because i am the embodiment of the infamous tuxedo mask meme, but it is appreciated nevertheless. ❤ can only say that this goes back to the entirety of my mutuals, including you. thank you for making my dashboard wonderful !

[apollynns]

  *  // 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐍𝐆𝐒​.

“  oh  my,  i  hope  that  they  have  not  gone  into  the  dark  woods  all  by  themselves  !  it  can  be  quite  dangerous  to  go  alone.  although,  they  do  love  to  be  with  one  another.  it’s  wonderful  to  have  friends,  don’t  you  think  ?  ”  a  pause,  realizing  that  she  has  made  a  friend  of  a  complete  stranger.  “  i’m  so  sorry  for  taking  you  away  from  your  day.  i  suppose  ..  it  can  be  lonely  out  in  the  open  like  this  !  back  home,  i  was  told  to  not  make  conversation  with  outsiders.  ”

𝙽𝙰𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚃𝙴 , 𝙱𝚈𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙲𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙾𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴.    that unadulterated divinity subjected its surroundings to their own bleeding shadows.  a halo of such sanctity could only enrage all demons – and out of pure envy they’d wish to shatter and smother it.  t’was an old story, of course.  repetitive fairy tales, frankly.  though, with certainty, he must have found an example as factual as air.  before him, an entirely uncorrupted being, unintending and unwitting, nigh burning and holy and painful.  he might, in turn, be shattered.

(  ‘ it’s wonderful to have friends, don’t you think ?  ‘  —  is it ?  i refuse to recall this.  to have loved and lost and lost and lost and—   )

        — and with stasis of mien, he avoided those doe eyes, too soft for their own good, brimming with oblivious gospels.    “ it is an overall logical advice.  not all strangers might come with good intent.  however… ”    as brows lifted in slightest motion, his personal old habits for curiosity surfaced with their steady refusal to be unlearned.    “ i suppose i can spare an hour to scout for your acquaintances, lest they do indeed stumble into hazardous territories. ”

[rpschtuff]

What is going on with cutting posts?

You may have seen some posts floating around lately about the beta editor and trimming reblogs, and possibly found yourself extremely confused trying to figure out what this tangled web of editors, extensions, and add-ons even means. I’ve been on this site for years, and I still find the whole thing terribly confusing.

So this post is my effort to explain everything – legacy vs beta, New XKit vs XKit Rewritten, editable reblogs vs trim reblogs – everything. This also doubles as a tutorial for the various methods of cutting posts.

TL;DR

Tumblr is in the process of switching to a new post editor that some old users have opted into, while new users have been forced into it.

The old Editable Reblogs extension does not work with this new editor, requiring people to use a new extension called Trim Reblogs.

Trim Reblogs and Editable Reblogs are not compatible. If your partner uses Editable Reblogs, you cannot cut their posts properly using Trim Reblogs (unless you’re willing to do some tedious and frankly unreasonable workarounds).

The only way for everyone in the RPC to cut their posts properly and efficiently is if everyone moves to the new system and uses Trim Reblogs. Clinging to the old system with Editable Reblogs is actively creating issues for the people using the new system – some of whom do not have a choice.

Weiterlesen

[vulpesse]

₊⊹   ▬▬   ❪   𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞   ↬   @apollynn​​   ❫   𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫   :

[ pluck ]  –  for the sender to pluck a foreign object ( twig / leaf / etc. ) out of the receiver muses’ hair. :)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂,   for it blooms beneath the timid blaze of floating lanterns and amidst the wind - reigned petals that stubbornly refuse to cease their gracious waltz   [   …   ]   the spirit blossom festival comes,   and so does she.   it is a tradition,   brought forth through the ages,   always to be loved and never to be forgotten     ▬▬     even now,   she is incapable of saying whether it is the mortals who impatiently long for the ephemeral touches of fleeting spirits,   or if it is the frail hearts of spirits who impatiently yearn for the eccentric and brazen company of mortals.   as far as the lady of salvation is concerned,   there is one special person that she genuinely wishes to encounter whenever the gates of her realm open in front of her   ;   foxen spirits precede her arrival,   eagerly dashing across the viridian blades of grass and closing their maws around the ripest of fruits.   but she has no time to waste with such mundane activities   …   she knows that he will be waiting for her,   at the end of the paved road,   where the dawn meets the sunset and the sun is naught but a melancholic half of the moon.

this is how their encounters always take place.   in the quietude of the grove,   in a timeless lapse in which the days of yore and the unreachable morrow become one and the same.   there are times when their conversation are heavy with divergent feelings,   and there are times when the smile painted across her maw never falters.   and today,   he is the one who embellishes the dusk with the sound of his laughter:   plush vulpine ears twitch in curiosity once she sees from the corner of her eye the way he suddenly moves,   reaching forward to apparently remove the petals of a fallen flower from silken locks.   she wouldn’t have minded their presence   …   there is nothing as beautiful as being part of nature,   after all.   still,   the tender simper ‘pon cherry - hued tiers widens and deepens,   reaching the apples of her cheeks and painting them in a red much more vibrant and humane than the previous.   ❝   thank you,   ❞   comes the response of the vulpine - she,   words clad in honey and metamorphosed into purrs.   long lashes now flutter below half - mast and she dares to cant her head to one side only to observe him   ;   after each year spent apart,   he seems to become colder,   more distant,   less child of fruitful spring and more brood of bare winter.   a sudden flicker of fur - coated appendages behind her,   a crack in the mask she has oh so deftly crafted.   ❝   will you still come,   next year   ?   or,   will the time finally come and you will forget all about me   ?   ❞ 

[apollynns]

* naughty or nice ?  

Way to help that old lady, Xehanort. Santa will certainly add you to the Nice List this year.

“ ......................................................... “

[apollynns]

one day i will write an analysis on a psychological and meta level as to why xehanort hates the ocean and why he, in fact, projected his own experience onto riku in kingdom hearts 1. today is not that day, but an important line is    " to the heart seeking freedom this island is a prison surrounded by water. and so this boy sought out to escape from his prison. he sought a way to cross over into other worlds. “

[apollynns]

  *  //  𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐍𝐆𝐒​.

“  why,  you  aren’t  sleepy  or  bashful  !  i’m  sorry  ..  did  you  perhaps  see  any  little  men  near  by  ?  ”

… 𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙿𝚈 𝙾𝚁 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙵𝚄𝙻 … ?    “ you speak of the dwarfs ?  i have not come across them today  —  but if they are lost, it does seem they have a habit of running into trouble. ”

[wiitchtime]

                “ – DON’T MESS WITH A WITCH. “