* golden youth.

my name is HUNTER. 

[guardcfgold]

-----------     𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎,  𝚛𝚊𝚝.   𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚞𝚜𝚎,  𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝,  𝚙𝚏𝚏𝚝,  𝚋𝚢𝚎 𝚋𝚢𝚎  !!

[guardcfgold]

@powerfulplantwitch​ // cont. from here

     there’s a faint blush dusting his cheeks.  it’s odd to think that he’s being talked about so casually, like he’s really just someone’s friend who’s been offered some advice.  it’s kind of surreal.  he plays with his hands as he speaks, thankful for the distraction.

     “it ... actually does help.  even if it’s just, you know, for a little bit.”  he darts his gaze to the side.  meeting people’s eyes -- seeing their expectations, wondering what they want from him, what they think of him -- it becomes too much all too quickly.  “do ... you have negative voices, too?”

[moldyselene]

I just realized Hunter whistles when he’s taking deep breathe is because of his tooth gap I’m crying

[bxmblxbee]

“You’re not fooling anybody.” 

[guardcfgold]

he opens his mouth as if to speak, but closes it soon after, lips pursed against his teeth. his eyes dart to the ground before they meet bee’s once more.

“i know it won’t be easy to trust me. i don’t blame you.” he makes a fist as he speaks, head turned away. he can’t look at her — not yet. “but i’m not trying to FOOL anyone. not anymore. i… mean that.”

[guardcfgold]

also i’m so normal abt the way h//unter grabbed his hand in asias when w//illow gave him a high five, how he had to grab and pinch his palm in h/ollow m/ind, && in this recent ep he gripped his hand after g//us gave him another high five. && we have yet to EVER see him without his gloves???? my boys hands are scarred and hard for him to use in this essay i will

[guardcfgold]

that new ep was AMAZING okay i’m gonna work through some of yalls wonderful asks / starters / etc. && in the meantime if you want to send me anything episode related, i’m always open to new threads <3

[promptfairy]

❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

[guardcfgold]

sksjsjssk ty all sm for the inbox things — i’m excited to get to them all!! spring term has started up && i still don’t feel great mentally but i appreciate you all && i’m v v excited to interact!

[guardcfgold]

idk what’s up with the influx of personal blogs following me but i’m a rp blog who will NOT follow back (that’s in my rules) or rp w/ you if you’re a personal. go away lmao

[matriarchology-deactivated20221]

You did not wake up today to be mediocre.

[guardcfgold]

if y’all wanna send memes / starters / etc. to me or to my inbox, it’d be v appreciated! i could really use the distraction :’)

[guardcfgold]

i will probably be on a mini-hiatus. my boyfriend of ten years just broke up with me, so i’m. you know. not doing very well. but i wish you all the best <3

[matriarchology-deactivated20221]

        “I’m not depressed. This is a perfectly normal reaction to losing one’s purpose in life, being unemployed and sleeping on someone else’s couch at 47.”

[guardcfgold]

the thought crosses his mind of ‘you’re 47?’, but he figures it’s best not to poke fun — at least, not in this very moment. but the time will come (he’s sure of it). he crosses his arms over his chest and darts his expression to the floor.

“i … know how it feels.” his voice is hushed, as if someone might hear him. might hear his voice, his treachery, and come find him to bring him back to the emperor in order to face proper judgment. and as hunter knew all too well, the emperor is not a merciful man. hunter clears his throat before continuing.

“it’s … hard. you know, not feeling like you have a - a purpose. and it’s .. okay? to, uhm … not .. be okay? or whatever. that’s something the human says. it … helps. sometimes.”

[guardcfgold]

sorry for posting sm i have a lot of manic energy uhm but ty for baring with me! i’m working through starters now but my inbox is always open if you want to send me things!

[guardcfgold]

just checking — are y’all alright with me answering age old drafts? i just. get distracted easily sksjsjsks

[guardcfgold]

@ludusmuse ( darius )      //     starter call. 

     “don’t -- don’t TOUCH me!”  hunter is in hysterics, eyes welled with tears to the point that his vision is blurred, hands trembling in their tightened fists, chest rising and falling in quick, short bursts.  despite his lack of clear vision, the figure before him is unmistakable;  tall, broad, powerful in its presence.  a coven head.  darius.  the sight is too much, like he’s examining his traitorous actions head-on.  darius is here for him, here to take him back to the castle, back to the emperor.  he’s going to die, belos is going to kill him.  the man he saw as his uncle was going to toss him out in favor of creating another and darius was going to see to it in all of his loyalty.

     “stay AWAY from me!”

[owliiish]

Rot in the Roots

Rot in the Roots

@guardcfgold - x

It was nearly four hours later that she managed to find the kid, and another two to coax him back to the house.

 The bird helped. Eda didn’t think she could have managed it without the cardinal. The kid didn’t trust her, and if she was being honest, she didn’t entirely trust the kid.

 But he was, at the end of the day, just that.  A kid, barely a few years older than Luz. Sitting now, at her kitchen table, with a cup of warm apple’s blood steaming uselessly in front of him. He looked like someone had pulled the floor out from under him, and then wacked him solidly across the head with said floor. “So,” The silence ticked on. It made her uncomfortable. Eda cleared her throat, trying (and probably failing) to appear maternal. “Something clearly happened. And since Luz isn’t talking, that leaves you. Look, you…don’t have to go back to the emperor if you don’t want to. No one was ever gonna force you.”

[guardcfgold]

     hunter is staring down at the mug of steaming apple blood like it might hold some sort of answer.  some new, profound revelation.  something to tell him that this day was nothing but a horrendous nightmare.  that it wasn’t real.  he grips the mug tighter than necessary and manages to feel the sting of its heat through his gloves (that of which he can’t yet force himself to remove, to see the scars, to notice the subtle tremble in his palm, working its way down to the tips of his fingers).  his eyes are sunken, dark, and reddened from the flood of tears.  he feels the urge to cry, to keep crying forever, but he thinks he might be a well-worn dry.  what a shame, at least that allowed him to feel something.

     he hadn’t noticed the silence.  there’s a buzzing in his ears, threatening to elicit a migraine between his temples.  he can hear the owl lady speak but it hardly registers with him.  it isn’t until she mentions the emperor that his head finally snaps up to look at her, expression pulled into something distraught and fearful.  hardly befitting the golden guard.  that of which .... he could probably no longer be.  would he even want to anymore?

     “i -- i cant,”  his voice cracks, throat raw.  his eyes dart back down to his drink, of which he can now see the contents rumbling inside of the mug.  the trembling was worsening.  it was as if he had no control over his own body.  was it even his?  how much of his mind, his body, was truly his and not merely a carbon copy, some replication of a man long dead?  “you dont -- you dont understand.  you CAN’T understand.  no one can.  i just -- i shouldn’t..”  the tears well up again and he does his best to blink them away.  once again he meets eda’s eyes, the heterochromia clear.  for a brief moment, he wonders if it has something to do with the curse.

     “why?”  his voice is a whisper, low and hollow and dull.  “why are you.... doing this.  giving me shelter.  helping me.  i don’t.. i don’t understand.”