the marvelous musician!

"Hail, hero of music! What can the humble Bard do for you today?" affiliated with isola [links]

[isolaradiale]

I'd also like to drop the bard from shovel knight! sorry again to everyone I had threads with! 😔💖

Dropped!

~ mod bellatrix

[glidewingbard]

Hi! I sent a drop request for Isola and I just wanted to make that known on here. I'm kinda,,, really sad over dropping Bard, but it felt like the best decision. I do love writing as him, but I felt disconnected from the SK isola scene (bc let's be real, all of us are slow writers in this fandom). I also felt that the way I characterize Bard is so based in headcanon since he's such a small character, that I might as well be writing as an OC. That combined with balancing two other blogs (one of which I also dropped), it just felt like... there wasn't much reason to stay.

I'd like to try (key word try) taking him indie, but I'm not sure how it'll go. Apologies to everyone in Isola I've been threading with, you all were a joy to write with, and I'd love to keep doing threads with you as an indie blog! Otherwise, feel free to unfollow as you wish. Maybe Bard will return to Isola someday! Thank you for writing with me!

[mojav]

Wtf people actually tell their crushes they like them??????

[lunaimer]

What the hell do YOU do?

[mojav]

i die? lmao what kinda question….

[red--stains]

@glidewing-bard​ liked for a starter!

If they’ve given him a house and a million things to do, it seems like they’re expecting Vampire to stay here for a while. And if Vampire is going to be here for a while, he’s going to live life to the fullest. He’s taken the time to find a few bars, make a few friends, and invite them over for a night. It’s time for a party, he thinks. 

His condo is pretty full, music is playing, and people are enjoying themselves. Vampire takes a more passive role when the party gets into the swing of things–his job now is to make sure that everyone is having a good time and not bother people too much. It doesn’t take him long to find the one guy awkwardly standing in the corner.

He approaches the man, offering him a little smile. “Everything alright over here?”

[glidewingbard]

Bard's... not sure why he showed up. He had heard people talking about some guy in Archimedes throwing a party... He'd figured going out for a nice Friday night out would at the very least, let him cut loose for an evening. He's been feeling pretty depressed as of late, and... Maybe he just figured this would get him out of his shell. He could talk to someone that isn't a student of his for once.

But wow, this party is more crowded than he'd expected it to be. And everyone seems to have come with at least one other person they know. Should he have invited someone? Does he even know anyone in Spirale well enough to ask them to go to a party with him? He sighs, leaning against the wall. Maybe tonight was just made for hiding in a corner all night drinking cheap beer.

And then someone approaches him, flashing him a kind smile. Bard smiles back, if just out of politeness. "Sure," he says. "If I can be honest, I might be regretting showing up just a little bit." He laughs awkwardly. "I forgot that people tend to go to parties to socialize... I'm not exactly a social butterfly. Though maybe the wallflower-ing cued you in to that. I might just finish my drink and go home, really. I haven't been to a party since I was young, and even then I wasn't very good at them! Maybe I'm just not a party person."

[acerbicaccoster]

glidewing-bard​:

See, here’s the problem. Working for the Bounty of Light is all fine and good. Helping out those in need is a noble cause. Running out of food is definitely a setback, but a manageable one. But being a pushover is absolutely what’s gonna get Bard killed one of these days. He’d volunteered to pick up the food after the person delivering had failed to arrive, and it’s left him trudging through the streets of Cotes Ward in what must be at least ninety degree weather. He’s ditched the helmet and hat because of that, and has tied his hair up to the best of his ability. The heat makes him sluggish… he almost feels like finding his house again and taking a good nap– that is, until his name is very loudly yelled. Looking around, he doesn’t see anyone he recognizes… until he notices the man sitting on the ground, and he finally pieces together the voice and the face.

“K- Kisho? I– I should be asking you that! You’re… You’re…” He should be asking why he’s on the ground, why he’s armorless. Is he hurt? Does he need his assistance? Food can wait if he needs to help someone injured, and a friend, no less… but his eyes trail over his friend and all he can notice are feathers. Why is he… covered in feathers? No, not covered in them, but… Has he always been like that? Bard realizes his mouth has been hanging open, and he remembers to shut it. He’s already a sight to see, those feathers glistening in the sunlight, but… he catches himself in awe at his face, too. He’s striking, and certainly not in a bad way… Bard has to wonder why he’s so insistent on keeping that helmet on. He knows he personally wouldn’t mind seeing him sans armor more often.

“I– I mean. I was going to get food. Uh– I… I’ve been volunteering. Well, they’re paying me, but– Th- they ran out of food. I was going to get more. What are you doing out here? And what happened to you? Are you alright?”

     No word could describe the influx of emotions battling for dominance, nor would its definition satisfy an already anxiety ridden avian. Befuddled by his brilliance (his sudden knee-jerk reaction only having now registered fully) and now trapped in a situation as fragile as a taut rope nearing its limits. Momentarily, at best, all he could do was stare. Blink. Leave his mouth open and let instincts override, short breaths and ruffling feathers offering minute reprieve from the unruly weather. It’s when the man stutters - makes mention of a mission - that the Knight draws himself out from his seemingly apathetic torpor. Readies himself to build up walls and satisfy the urge to hide.

“ …And you’ve been going at this alone?! ” Aggression clings to harshly spoken words, accompanying a steadily souring expression forced for the sake of “self preservation”. “ Have you not been made aware of the situation we’re in? You seem rather ill prepared, dressed as you are, and whatever it is you may be thinking, for your sake, don’t. ”

     Yet even still, as desperate as he tries to cling onto that ever intimidating and unapproachable facade, concern seeps through the cracks of his defenses. Antagonistic gaze only thinly veiling growing worries. 

     Try as he might, without those intimidating wears…

“ …Give me a moment. I’ll accompany you - but speak nothing of this to anyone. You’re not fit for carrying anything more than a mere grape with this heat. And just so we’re very clear here, I am not doing this on your behalf, Johann. Joining you on your errand may very well lead me closer towards the cause of this mess. ”

[glidewingbard]

"I– Uh– What?" Bard stutters responses through what the knight says, not sure how to respond to any of it. "Of course I know what's going on! Why else would I be volunteering? I don't have any better clothes to work in, this was just what I–" Well, it's embarrassing to say. It's not like he's about to wear his work clothes to help out. And this getup seems a bit more... durable, at least. "...And who are you to talk? You were in armor!"

He wasn't thinking anything about it, though... probably. Right? Yeah. Absolutely nothing.

"I– Well, I don't see why not..." He isn't sure why Kisho would be so insistent on joining him to get food if he's also asserting he has better things to do... But he's not about to press him and put him in a worse mood. "Do you want me to help carry some of your armor? Since you're not wearing it right now." He watches him get up. He definitely isn't thinking anything. Absolutely nothing. Even when he catches himself flushing just a little at the sight of even more feathers, covering... who knows? But what he wouldn't give to touch them.

"...Uhm. You never answered my other question, by the way. What are you doing out here? It is pretty hot..."

[forsakenpumpkin]

@glidewing-bard​

Well, this place isn’t Glass Mountain. He’s not even sure if it’s in the Crystal Kingdom, unless their weather got a major overhaul in the last few hundred thousand years. (It doesn’t occur to him how reasonable that would be to assume.)

He can’t seem to summon his building, or most of the things that should be inside of it, but that won’t stop him from trying to spook people. Oh, and one of these buildings has a broken window! Maybe whoever’s inside will already be primed for fear…

He floats in through the window, and then after thinking for a moment, he conjures a small sign, and props it on the remains of the windowsill, facing out at the street.

[glidewingbard]

Well, his windows are gone. Bard isn't sure if monsters have invaded the city again, like what happened a few months ago, or if the giant white creature that just ravaged his home is nothing more than a new arrival to Spirale. But in any case, it's gone now, taking his bug friend with it. And... leaving Bard to clean up the mess, as always.

He sighs, assessing the damage. It's not the first time his floors have been covered in broken glass. His roommates have since taken his broom, though, claiming it as their own. So he figures the first step is to go out and buy another broom.

As he leaves the building, though, he can't help but notice the sign left on the windowsill. A closed sign? What, is it meant to be a prank? The building is clearly residential... the teenagers of today must really have lost their touch. He picks up the sign from the windowsill. At least he might be able to get a kick out of putting this on his bedroom door, or something.

[gyre-and-gimble]

glidewing-bard‌:

Bard’s decided he loves his job, actually. Not only does it give him something to do every weekday, a reason to get out of the bed in the morning, but he finds it extremely rewarding to teach younger people the joys of music. He was around the same age as his students when he first found his love for music, so knowing that he’s able to expose others to what’s defined his life since then is…

…Wait, what’s that noise?

His walk home is interrupted by what was definitely a clanging noise from… down an alley? He’s next to a restaurant… Maybe there’s an animal in their dumpsters. It would be nice of him to go scare away whatever pest is rooting around in there for them, right? So Bard pushes past the doors they’ve set up and– for the love of everything what is that.

Whatever it is, it’s not a raccoon. Bard’s so startled, he can’t even find it in himself to scream… which might be for the best. The… creature turns to look at him, and against all of his better judgement, he raises a hand and waves meekly.

“Uh– Hi. S-sorry to bother you.”

Wabbajack stares for a moment longer, her eyes wide as saucers as she processes what’s happening and what to do next. She could run and hide. Hurting him is out of the question–not only would someone hear the scuffle, but she really didn’t like the idea of it. Not one bit. 

Instead, she just keeps her eyes locked on him. Her body shifts; first her hands grip at the edge of the bin, then her… other hands move towards the ground, long fingers splayed towards the pavement. And as soon as they meet the floor, she scuttles off towards a dark corner of the alleyway. 

[glidewingbard]

He watches her, as she watches him back. Is she approaching him? If so, he's going to do his best to seem as non-threatening as possible to her and oh god she's running away.

"W- wait!" He calls, stepping forward against his better judgement. He raises his hands in a show of innocence. "I'm not here to hurt you. I don't want anything bad with you, okay?" He can't see her in the dark from where he is... is she even still there?

"...You know, it's not exactly healthy to eat straight from the dumpster," he says, trying to lighten the mood. He doesn't get any response, and concludes that the joke failed. "Ah... Are you hungry? This place is a restaurant, you know. I could take you in there and buy you something. Anything you want. Does... does that sound alright?"

[gildedusurper]

OVERDUE MEME // NOT ACCEPTING

@glidewing-bard​ said: ❛❛ I’m sorry. I should have asked first, just… it reminded me of you. ❜❜

“ Nonsense! I see no reason to apologize. ” Gloved digits glide against the gift in question, perplexed and bemused by every little detail. He’s yet to notice - failed to catch on - that he’s not once bothered to meet the Musicians eye. Far too enticed by the spoils in his hold; the slightest twitch threatening a warm smile tugs at the corners of painted lips, only broken when his attention strays elsewhere.

“ But… You have some explaining to do. Just what made you think of me with this… Thing. ” A chuckle, brief yet low, bringing forth the slightest shrug of shoulders. “ It’s cute. And - dare I say, very sweet of you, dear Bard… Köszönöm. ”

[glidewingbard]

"Ah, well–" It's embarrassing to just think about. Bard's already flushing from recalling it. He'd spent a day off visiting the zoo, a luxury he'd never gotten around to experiencing back home. Strange treats are starting to become commonplace for him– ever since he realized he was being paid for his work at the Spiral Dome, Bard's had a little more money than he's known what to do with. So he spends it on silly little treats... like going to visit the zoo. Or, while being in the gift shop, spying a stuffed plush dog... being reminded of a certain someone... and buying it after having nothing better to do.

He'd worry about this gesture coming off as flirty, but it's not like King Knight hasn't sent Bard his fair share of unprovoked gifts. Whatever their dynamic is, Bard's just glad it isn't an awkward or hostile one. Well... maybe it's a little awkward. Each gift given, regardless of who was giving it to who, did a great job of flustering Bard beyond belief.

"...What can I say? It reminded me of you... Er– your dog, that is. It's– cute. Like you said." He waves a hand dismissively. "And it's–! No big deal! I've got far too much money these days. The least I could do was get you some silly little gift."

[glidewingbard]

oh ok I see we're doing mun intros!

my name's juno, or saturn! i use they/them or he/him, and im 19 as of tomorrow! i like a lotta dumb video games (as you can probably tell by who I rp lmao) and other stuff like dnd and doing art! i've been writing for 7 years, and i had a bit of rp experience on tungle back in 2012-2013, but I took a very long break from rp until this year. I also write for @wovensentinel and @lightbulbsavior!

I'm always open to making friends!!! feel free to dm me on here or follow me on twitter @shoveledknight! u can also ask for my discord! :D

[blvckblvr]

glidewing-bard​:

“Pfft– Well, I can transfer them to you whenever you want. What pet are you planning on getting?”

“A Chao. They were all over my home planet. I haven’t settled on a name yet, but I’ll have a lot of time to decide before it hatches, right?”

[glidewingbard]

"Aww! Even the name sounds cute. I've never had a pet before, but we don't have anything like that where I'm from. Mostly just cats and dogs."

[blvckblvr]

“I’m only ten Stars away from being able to buy one of those… pet egg things. Would anyone be… willing to lend me some.”

[glidewingbard]

“I’ve got some stars I’m not using! Do you want them?”

[blvckblvr]

“Oh, sure!”

“I mean–Yeah, sure. Whatever.”

[glidewingbard]

"Pfft– Well, I can transfer them to you whenever you want. What pet are you planning on getting?"

[blvckblvr]

“I’m only ten Stars away from being able to buy one of those… pet egg things. Would anyone be… willing to lend me some.”

[glidewingbard]

"I've got some stars I'm not using! Do you want them?"

[rosy-rpmemes]

Random headcanon meme!

[firstgemboy-citta-blog]

giraffys-rpmemes;

⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep? 

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

⌚ : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one? 

☂  : Does your muse like rain?

☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?

🏨  : How well does your muse sleep?

❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?

⚯ : Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?

👓 : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?

♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?

❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?

♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?

εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?

📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

ツ : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?

✝ : Is your muse religious?

[rainonglass]

closed stater for @glidewing-bard

    The disaster is over. Spirale is healing. It’s odd, actually - Quirrel looks down, and when his eyes rise again, a destroyed building is half-repaired and the sun has crept further along its journey. Is he that disconnected from reality? How has he not noticed the menderbugs… the people working?

     It’s so strangely quiet compared to the usual bustle. It reminds him of home, of the Wilds. (… His home was not the Wilds. Why did he think that?)

     When he walks, his feet drag. It’s a gradual process. Soon, they will wear away, his ankles shall follow, then his shins, and he will drag himself along on his knees. Eternity awaits.

      …..

      So does the ground, when he inevitably doesn’t look where he’s going and falls.

@glidewing-bard

[glidewingbard]

If anything, the Bard is just glad this is all over. He’d much rather be at home than in Spirale, but he’d also rather be in Spirale than erased from existence. The city is rebuilding and that’s what matters. So, why not take a walk?

The sidewalk in Archimedes is better, though not entirely fixed. At least he’s able to stroll through the neighborhood– provided he watch his step. Though it seems like not everyone is as able as him. Someone in his peripheral vision falls over across the street. Bard turns to look– Wait, is that Quirrel?

“Quirrel!” He calls, crossing over to meet him. He bends down, helping him stand. “Are you alright? You gotta watch your step around here, everything’s all rough. How have you been? I haven’t seen you since we were in the Dome together!”

[rainonglass]

     “Oh… hello, Johann.” Quirrel is pulled upwards. He finds quickly that he can’t put the weight required on his knees to stand by himself, so he relies totally on Johann - or wait, he preferred to be called Bard.

     … He shouldn’t tell the other too much. He shouldn’t spread this terrible truth.

     “Yes, it’s… certainly been some time.” His weight goes entirely to his walking stick once he’s stood upright. His legs shake regardless. “… What time is it?”

[glidewingbard]

"Oh–" He's leaning on him. Not that he minds, it's just... unexpected. Is he hurt? He doesn't look hurt. Should he ask? Is that insensitive?

"Y- yes, it's been a good few weeks. I'm glad things are starting to return to normal, though. I can finally go back to my job– Not that I'm strapped for cash lately. Have you seen how much the Dome paid us? I even insisted on not getting paid for charity, but I guess that didn't work out, haha. I guess there's nothing wrong with having a bit of extra money, though. Maybe I'll spend it on an extra treat for me. Or, maybe we could spend a night out together to blow some extra cash? If– if that's up your alley, of course." He's talking too much, and he knows it, but he also gets the feeling Quirrel isn't exactly in the best mood to talk right now. If he can fill the silence for both of them, that might help Quirrel feel a little more normal. Maybe.

"The time...? Uh–" He uses his free hand to check his phone. "It's 1:30. Why do you ask? Have anywhere important to be?"

[gyre-and-gimble]

Starters 2/3: @glidewing-bard

So, the thoughts and dreams of these people were off-limits. Wabbajack had tried many times to sneak a bite from all sorts of memories, with no luck. Seems as though she would have to rely on regular food instead. Otherwise… Well, she didn’t want to think about it.

To sate her hunger, Wabbajack has taken to digging through those large trash bins behind the big buildings. It always surprises her how much people throw away. But she won’t complain—it gives her plenty to eat. She’s dug through and found a half-eaten burger, her teeth sinking into it, before she hears a door open nearby. She turns, teeth still sunk partway into her meal, her eyes wide open and gleaming in the waning sunlight.

[glidewingbard]

Bard's decided he loves his job, actually. Not only does it give him something to do every weekday, a reason to get out of the bed in the morning, but he finds it extremely rewarding to teach younger people the joys of music. He was around the same age as his students when he first found his love for music, so knowing that he's able to expose others to what's defined his life since then is...

...Wait, what's that noise?

His walk home is interrupted by what was definitely a clanging noise from... down an alley? He's next to a restaurant... Maybe there's an animal in their dumpsters. It would be nice of him to go scare away whatever pest is rooting around in there for them, right? So Bard pushes past the doors they've set up and– for the love of everything what is that.

Whatever it is, it's not a raccoon. Bard's so startled, he can't even find it in himself to scream... which might be for the best. The... creature turns to look at him, and against all of his better judgement, he raises a hand and waves meekly.

"Uh– Hi. S-sorry to bother you."

[rainonglass]

closed stater for @glidewing-bard

    The disaster is over. Spirale is healing. It’s odd, actually - Quirrel looks down, and when his eyes rise again, a destroyed building is half-repaired and the sun has crept further along its journey. Is he that disconnected from reality? How has he not noticed the menderbugs… the people working?

     It’s so strangely quiet compared to the usual bustle. It reminds him of home, of the Wilds. (… His home was not the Wilds. Why did he think that?)

     When he walks, his feet drag. It’s a gradual process. Soon, they will wear away, his ankles shall follow, then his shins, and he will drag himself along on his knees. Eternity awaits.

      …..

      So does the ground, when he inevitably doesn’t look where he’s going and falls.

@glidewing-bard

[glidewingbard]

If anything, the Bard is just glad this is all over. He'd much rather be at home than in Spirale, but he'd also rather be in Spirale than erased from existence. The city is rebuilding and that's what matters. So, why not take a walk?

The sidewalk in Archimedes is better, though not entirely fixed. At least he's able to stroll through the neighborhood– provided he watch his step. Though it seems like not everyone is as able as him. Someone in his peripheral vision falls over across the street. Bard turns to look– Wait, is that Quirrel?

"Quirrel!" He calls, crossing over to meet him. He bends down, helping him stand. "Are you alright? You gotta watch your step around here, everything's all rough. How have you been? I haven't seen you since we were in the Dome together!"

[glidewingbard]

"Oh, uh... Mother's Day, huh? I... I hope you all enjoy celebrating! I think I'll... enjoy my day off at home. Work starts again tomorrow."