W O O F

it is in these moments of tender and ridiculous nostalgia that i know something inside of me is still b r o k e n

[dolcetters]

tbh the fact dol keeps losing in these silly polls is hilarious and poetic to me. “i’ve really been on a losing streak lately”, honey that’s your legacy. your brand, your thesis, your destiny. 🤌🏻✨ embrace it. own it. and go take a nap.

get swept, idiot

[dolcetters]

how in god’s name do you reblog replies anymore, i’ve been gone so long.

[dolcetters]

▐│∶x∶; —                  ❛ it’s what he deserves.                                    ...’sides, the sooner he wins,                                    th’sooner i can go take a nap. ❜  

[womanfourwoman]

“human-passing”

[dolcetters]

[ princess zelda ]:

“Well…you have accomplished nothing, but with stunning proficiency.” 

▐│∶x∶; —                            ❛ …so, you don’t like the frog obstacle course… ❜

[dolcetters]

[ princess zelda ]:

    She didn’t. Zelda’s mangled look of reassurance quickly gave way to confusion, her thick brows furrowed, lips dipping into a frown. Did he intend to…? 

     “Dolcetto, no.” Her words snapped out in a hushed whisper against the gravel of his voice. “Do not act recklessly on my behalf. I will not have you sacrificed for my sake, do you understand— I forbid it.” 

     “Stop whispering!” The ward’s command came out more like an irritated groan as she slumped further in her chair. “Or at least whisper louder so I can hear. Might as well have something entertaining down here.” 

     Zelda glared at the woman, lips forming a thin line before shifting her attention to Dolcetto once more, her voice still a wisp above a whisper. “We will escape together. I will think of something. Please—” 

▐│∶x∶; —                            he expected as much. --of course she’d think that was his intention. frustration, muddied by strain, contorts his expression, and he shakes his head.

             ❛ --i ain’t--! ❜

the argument stops before it even begins; dol’s attention snaps and locks onto the yiga woman, and his lips twitch away from his teeth. but the glare fades. she’s not important right now. he pulls his eyes back to zelda’s, throat souring at the hints of desperation in her voice. again, he flexes his hands against his back, twists one wrist so the metal brace digs into the skin. 

             ❛ don’t worry about me--i ain’t gonna…                --i’m not. gonna do anything. that’ll get me killed. ❜

again… he keeps his voice low, but stresses the words she needs to hear. needs to understand. there’s a burn behind his own eyes as he keeps them locked on hers. listen to me.

             ❛ but i need. you. to do this. please. ❜

[dolcetters]

[ how can’t she know ]:

“ I still dunno why y’hate squirrels so much. ”

▐│∶x∶; —                            ❛ those twitchy moochers dig up flower beds,                 destroy bird-feeders, get all up in the rafters, and they ain’t                 afraid to nab your sandwich if y’look away for too long.

                 --they’re goddamn pests. ❜

[dolcetters]

RELATIONSHIPS : TALK ABOUT THE MUSE .

NAME : dolcetto augustus summerall

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : heteroflexible asexual (sex-neutral)

RELATIONSHIP STATUS : defaults as ‘single’ but sweet on rose; otherwise verse-specific

PREFERRED PET NAME : no thanks, just call him ‘dol’.

FAVORITE CANON SHIP : rosecetto. ...it’s canon, don’t @ me

FAVORITE NON-CANON SHIP : zelcetto oTL

OPINION ON TRUE LOVE : despite his general skepticism, he knows it’s real. his parents and siblings loved him and loved each other. ‘true love’ isn’t just reserved for romance. it just takes work.

OPINION ON LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT : bullshit

HOW ROMANTIC ARE THEY ? : not... really? at least in the expected sense? like. he might not do some candlelit dinner or pick a traditionally romantic date setting, but he’ll make you warm comfort food if he notices you’re down or make sure the living space is clean so you don’t have to stress about it. his love language (as far as giving goes) is definitely acts of service. so if you find that romantic: there u go.

IDEAL PHYSICAL TRAITS : that your eyes light up when you get passionate about something that’s important to you, and you don’t hold back on expressing that passion.

UNATTRACTIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS : arrogance. being too forward (he needs space). a habit of lying. hints you’re willing to drop loyalty to someone if it benefits you. materialism. being too high energy (he’s very tired). and connected to that, being too loud.

IDEAL DATE : just one-on-one time. that’s all. y’all could even be in the same room each doing your own thing and he’d be perfectly content with that. it’s not a ““date”“ but you get the idea.

DO THEY HAVE A TYPE ? : if you’ve been through shit but still choose to approach the world with warmth, tenderness and sincerity, he respects the hell out of you. so i guess you could say that’s ““his type”“.

AVERAGE RELATIONSHIP LENGTH : difficult to say, since even getting to a “relationship” stage is going to be a while. assume he’s always in for the long haul unless it becomes obvious things aren’t working out.

PREFERRED NON SEXUAL INTIMACY : napping together. if he sleeps around you, that’s a big enough gesture as it is. this also could come with drowsy conversations or more meaningful discussions, but. peaceful, safe downtime is always nice.

COMMITMENT LEVEL : he’s 10,000% committed *points at corgi* so don’t blow this for us.

OPINION OF PUBLIC AFFECTION : not a fan. he’s indifferent to people around him partaking, but he likely won’t do it himself. in most verses, his haphephobia prevents him from being able to comfortably experience physical contact (even in private settings), and in botw verse he’s usually in the mentality of “i’m working”, ergo it’d be inappropriate.

PAST RELATIONSHIPS : none. he lowkey had a thing for martel, but... even if she knew, they never got the chance. botw verse, none at all.

[regnantlight]

Zelda: The antique shop owner won’t sell me back my dress—

Dolcetto:

[dolcetters]

how evil are you ?

25% evil

try harder

[dolcetters]

what kind of herb are you?

dandelion

you grew up too fast and all you know is the calluses on your fists and the thousand invisible scars that you pretend don't ache. your anger burns so bright, so hot or maybe not at all, so deep you could never tell it was there. you are yours and you will defend that to the death after so many years of being ripped apart and denied your own agency, and maybe you are still facing the bastards who stole your innocence, but you will survive because that's the only thing you know how to do without breaking, the only thing you know besides protect, protect, protect, protect, yourself or sometimes those few others you claim as yours.

you are a thousand sharp edges but impenetrable, a traumatized child so covered by thorny armor that you promised yourself you're grown now, you're stronger than anyone who has ever hurt you. you're safe. nothing will ever hurt you again.

you're so alone though sometimes, in a world that sees you as too much or too broken or too angry or too hurt, and you want to scream with the too-much of it, prove that you're okay, that you're self-reliant, that you are strong enough to stake your claim on your body, on your mind, on your heart, on your people, and protect it from any who dare take it away from you. you are the sea in tempest, a howling sky, a tsunami in motion, a force of nature, no matter how much you sometimes yearn to be still, to be safe, to be small. you are a dandelion, stubborn and determined to grow in the rockiest of soil, and bloom again in spring.

[dolcetters]

WHAT COLOUR IS YOUR WRITING? 

the deepest green in a seemingly infinite forest

at the end of your story, everything may not be perfect or even the way the readers may want it to be, but everything will be okay. the ending is what your characters need, not necessarily what they want. you know how to write strong plots that are able to perfectly balance the right mixture of pain and lightheartedness. writing tropes is one of your favorite things to do and yet somehow your take on it is always something so unique and original it’ll make your readers jaws drop.

tagged by stolen from: @deathleads​ steal it from me if you so desire uou

[ojibwa]

[waterandsilver]

when a character is empty-handed & surrounded by weapons pointed at them but they're calm and maybe even smiling, and the attackers are the ones who look afraid??? very sexy i think

[dolcetters]

@bovemi​ said: drapes a blanket around his shoulders. he looked cold. 

▐│∶x∶; —                            yeah, the unexpected touch took him by surprise. as the blanket slipped over his shoulders, dolcetto startled–flinched away from the folds. once he realized that it was fabric and not an arm, however, he gripped both ends and secured the whole thing snug around his arms and body. 

             ❛ thanks, roa, ❜

he said, shuffling to better face the taller chimera.

             ❛ but i hope you know how unstoppable you just made me. ❜

[dolcetters]

@touchfled​ sent: "You know," There's the usual nervous fidget to her tone as she speaks up, clearing her throat shortly afterward, "Since we're here for a bit and there's a kitchen.. What sort of food do you like?" It had been a long time since she'd eaten anything that wasn't scraps, and even longer since she'd cooked anything but- She had the opportunity to try again, at least for a little while. And she wanted to know his preference for the next time the opportunity arose too. 

kitchen tucked off to the side. it’d been one of the first things he’d noticed; sometimes he felt stupid–or even like a jackass–for being so quick to think of owen when he entered a space for cooking and food prep, but… well. whether he was fretting over the disorganized dishware or mixing up a warm meal, the kitchen had been where owen found peace of mind. it demanded his attention, and it gave his hands something to do. a good distraction, as someone in the nest would always be hungry and seeking a good snack. 

half of him is too tired to fully consider her question. the quick ( and stand-offish ) answer is “anything edible”. nearly two decades of questionable food–sometimes tainted with drugs or other ill-intended contents–will train you not to be picky when offered an actual meal. but the honest answer has memories attached to it… and, again. he’s too tired.

             ❛ anything you’d consider “comfort food”... i guess. ❜

dol shrugs, and he drops to sit on the edge of the room’s bed. whenever sleep rolls around, he’ll take the floor as he usually does. it’s just nice to be off his feet after god-knows-how-long they’d been walking.

             ❛ warm. fillin’. …savory, whatever. …i ain’t too picky. ❜

a small pause, and he tilts his head in her direction.

             ❛ what about you? y’ain’t allergic to anything, are ya? ❜

[dolcetters]

anonymous sent: 🥧🐿

▐│∶x∶; —                            ❛ …ah, shit. here we go again. ❜