light on your feet

an retired rp side blog for Lisa/Kaga Haruka from the 80s Vehicle Voltron Armored Fleet Diarugger xv, also for old 80s voltron nostalgia.

[almostg]

The truth of it 🤣

[mournfulroses]

Colette, translated by Antonia White from “Gribiche,” written c. February 1937

[bapzap]

esoteric form of roleplay where instead of actually roleplaying you just make up characters together and discuss in abstract how they'd interact and how their story would go

[bapzap]

im glad everyone agrees that this is fun. do this with your friends now !!!

[only-tiktoks]

[alexaloraetheris]

Humans are good sometimes actually

[petermorwood]

The term "imping" was first mentioned in the 1200s when Holy Roman Emperor Frederick II included it in his book on falconry.

The actual practice of repairing feathers this way is almost certainly many centuries older.

[nestedneons]

by Kense Wee

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

[crystal-rebellion]

me and my moots

[crystal-rebellion]

on a slightly related note - I was staring at this after I posted it and I was certain I had their swords backward - Avok's should be behind Lotor's, right? To block his strike?

naw, I had it right anyway carry on with the boop battles

[nosnexus]

I met Death, and he wanted me to live.

[sharkface]

They are already selling data to midjourney, and it's very likely your work is already being used to train their models because you have to OPT OUT of this, not opt in. Very scummy of them to roll this out unannounced.

[writterings]

here's some instructions for anyone who doesn't know how to opt out:

login in on desktop, it's not available on mobile yet

click "Account"

click on your blog

go to "Blog Settings"

go to "Visibility"

Scroll down to the bottom option

turn the toggle ON, not off

you will have to do this individually for each sideblog you have too, no way to do it for each account in one go

[daily-dragon-drawing]

A wolf dragon? it would be the ruler of the moon!! :D

#49 - 月狼 (yuè láng / moon wolf) - He might be a little possessive of the moon but he's doing his best to keep it safe! 🐺🌕🌙

[redxdesign]

[grickle14]

Full moon introvert.

[grickle14]

Every full moon brought out the best beast in him.

[octobersociety-deactivated20241]

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[bestiolin]

[lightonourfeet]

vampire au

spacedadshirogane: "Where's the fun in that?" He made a show of pouting as he started to connect up his laptop, fumbling in his phone to get the WiFi password he'd noted down during his last visit. Shiro leaned back as he machines fan gently whirred as it started to connect, of course the damned thing would have an update. During g this time he'd glance over to see Lisa pottering about doing god knows what in her attempt to give him privacy. Perhaps it was a good thing that the vampire was doing that as his grandmother would probably have picked up on her being of the supernatural persuasion. Minutes later, an elderly woman with kind eyes set with deep smile lines. After exchanging pleasantries, her expression took a more serious edge as she squinted closer to the screen. "You look pale...." Concern edging her voice as she pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose. "It's fine, works been stressful but nothing a good night's sleep won't fix." Shiros grandmother shot him one last accusationary look before finally deciding that general fatigue was a feasible reason. "Fine. Though it's a bit unusual fir you to call at this time, it must be late there?" She added awaiting her grandson to spit out what he wanted. Only then did Shiro tell her about the amulet and the strange feelings he'd gotten when he'd touched it. During that time she'd remained stoic and attentive while Shiro recounted everything.

Lisa amused herself by putting things away in the kitchen and rearranging some of the things in the cupboard. She hadn't had any reason to put things in cupboards, or anywhere in her kitchen in fact, in so long that she'd forgotten and it was an enjoyable novelty to pretend she actually cared where anything went or whether it was organized or not. The blood building broth she'd made for Shiro was the first time she'd cooked since long before she'd died.

While she meddled about, she kept both ears keenly on the conversation going on in the living area. She didn't have to look and so she could pretend she wasn't eavesdropping but her hearing was very sharp thanks to Shiro's gift of his blood and she was very curious. What did the magatama mean and what was he experiencing that might not be tied to her feeding at all? She hoped his grandmother might know at least a little, the charm he carried seemed to indicate she might. Spiritual aspects were far outside of Lisa's experience, especially these days.

[spacedadshirogane]

Shiro had held up the magatama to the camera while his grandmother tried to figure out if the magatama was anything to worry about. Her furrowed brows caused more wrinkles to form while she assessed it.

With a sigh she shrugged and shook her head.

"It looks old so it likely has considerable spiritual energy, though don't take my word for it, there's only so much I can tell through a screen." Her features softened. "One thing is that they usually are meant to repel evil spirits... ."

Shiro couldn't help but feel his grandmother was hiding something, she seemed smaller and a little deflated.

"There's more isn't there?" Ge urged the old woman to continue .

She just nodded uncomfortably.

"You were always sensitive as a child. Used to see all sorts, of course your father didn't believe you, he never was interested in our work at the temple. Your grandfather once hoped you'd take over, but you were sick, he couldn't force that on you. "

Shiro cleared his throat in order to drown that last part out.

"He really wanted me yo take over?" Shiro uttered quietly.

"He did." Grandma Shirogane smiled. "But he also knew you had dreams of your own."

......

The conversation went to them talking about Shiros new home and fun anecdotes about his childhood before his grandmother said she'd check in with her husband and dig up more information.

Shiro said his goodbyes and closed the lid of the laptop before getting g to his feet with a soft grunt and joining the vampire in the next room.

"Leese? I'm done."

[lightonourfeet]

She was never going to get tired of the way he'd nicknamed her. Or the way his voice sounded when he said it. She turned when he came into the kitchen and moved to gently wind her arms around his shoulders. She didn't know how talking to his family would leave him. He obviously loved them deeply and that meant talking to them was good for him but she wasn't sure if it was also lonely or melancholy for him as well. He'd moved away from them but had it been a choice for freedom or regret? So she peered into his eyes as she asked:

"Good?"

As for the rest - there was nothing wrong with her hearing. Quite the opposite. She'd heard the entire conversation - including the affirmation about his being sick for a long time that she'd already suspected. At the moment though she was willing to play at paper walls and pretend she hadn't heard and he'd had some privacy.

For now.

[spacedadshirogane]

"Y-yeah. It was good. A lot to think about but all is good. Its just been a while since we spoke." Shiro smiled still reeling from hearing about his 'sensitivity' . All this time he'd thought he'd had imaginary friends or vivid nightmares growing up. It turned out he was a magnet fir tbe weird and wonderful, something he'd lost in adulthood and now something that might resurface.

"Turns out my grandpa wanted me to take over the temple.... So that's a thing."

He couldn't help but feel Lisa was peering deep into his being, was it the vampiric nature or just her intensely dark eyes pulled him in. Given the chance he'd happily drown in their depths but this was probably the wrong time for those thoughts.

"Can you imagine that haha?"

[lightonourfeet]

He didn't seem hurt by his time with his grandmother and that let her focus on other things. Like the conversation she'd overheard.

It clipped up inside her, briefly, that she could ask why he hadn't taken over the temple for his grandfather. She'd heard about the sick childhood. It might angle him into confessing what he thought he was hiding from her.

Except she - didn't want to corner him. It was an odd feeling. She was clever, she enjoyed using that cleverness and yet - a part of her said she would rather not push. That she would rather he told her on his own time, from his own decision, than because she'd cornered him into it. It was an odd desire but - one that felt important to listen to. So, instead, she led him over to the couch and drew him down so they could sit on it together.

"You would have made a very dashing priest," she gently teased him. "You would have made your temple very popular." then she wound her hands with his and asked:

"Tell me? About why your grandfather would think you were a good fit for that?"