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@manyfacesofadrian
The many faces of Adrian!
Main blog is @50shadesofpitchblack! Adrian is one of my main and favorite OCs, so he gets his own blog! Multishipand AU friendly. M!A's are open!
RULES:
• Fandoms I will drop Adrian in: Rise of the Guardians, Pokémon, The Legend of Zelda, Stardew Valley, Skyrim, and many more!
• All romantic relationships are in separate universes unless stated otherwise!
• Please be patient! I am slow with replies!
THIS WILL BE ADDED TOO AND MADE NEATER WHEN I CAN!
Used that Fields of Mistria picrew to make Adrian
Need switch version so bad lol
reblog this if you're fine with your mutuals sending you asks unprompted
Even if our threads get dropped, the relationship built between our muses doesn't go away
I’m terrible for losing muse for a thread, and a lot of my threads don’t get finished. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to rp anymore, or that any relationship between our muses is for nothing.
REBLOG IF IT'S OKAY FOR ME TO BOTHER YOU IF YOU'RE MY MUTUAL
Reblog this post to let your followers know you're fine with being tagged in random starters. Additionally, reblog this post if you're all right with being sent old memes, no matter how long ago you reblogged them.
Happy birthday to me and my oc Adrian!
I only have 5 hp please be gentle with me
reblog if you’re 25+ and still roleplay; or if you believe older muns have a place in the rpc and shouldn’t be told to give it up when they turn 30.
i received this anon & i just want to make a point.
Reblog this post if you're okay with your muse(s) being mentioned in other people's threads!
having multiple threads with your partners is SO validating and rewarding like oh you liked writing with me enough to want to explore other dynamics with me ? oh you trust me with more of your muses ?? oh you wanna expand on our little literary universe ??? i love you tiny people inside my screen
My muse is being hit on by someone who wont take the hint and leave them alone. Send "Hey, babe, sorry I'm late." for your muse to walk up and save them by pretending to be their significant other.
Feel free to add any additional details on how your muse sells the act.
reblog to boop prev
((I really want to rp something shippy with a Ghirahim muse))
⋆˙ ⟡ You're doing an amazing job with your muse. You are putting care and love into your portrayal, you are creating wonderful headcanons and sharing that with your mutuals. Keep writing your muse as long as doing so makes you happy!
you want to write verses with my muses but don't have a set verse? you're wondering about how to make muses fit together? here's a fun tip: just isekai them. throw them into each other's worlds. develop them there, exactly as they are from their source! you don't need to think of a backstory, an idea, a vibe ( at least not right away!!! ). isekai happens for the stupidest reasons, and you can do it too! it doesn't have to make sense to everyone else if it makes senses to you and is fun!!
~✨Fairy Chains and Jaded Links✨~
Summers heat had never been a friend to the now retired hero, the constant travelling of his youth only worsened by the grueling, deadly, extreme temperatures. Never one to think he would one day be able to put down roots, he could only thank Nayru that he now had a home he could cool off within.
Being at odds with his patron goddess Farore hadn't caused the trouble he'd expected. If anything, he got the feeling Farore was attempting to apologize in her own non-apology way, for the years Link had been trapped as a fairy against his will. Now the forest he'd settled in had grown far thicker with life than when he'd arrived. Edible plants were unnaturally abundant, everything he could desire, berries, fruit trees, wild onions, carrots, potatoes, tomatoes... Enough mushroom species to write his own book if he so chose. The thick canopies above kept the air cool below, while allowing enough heat and sunlight to meet the forests needs. All balanced in a way to provide for the reclusive adult.
Ever since his journey, where he'd been forced to enter the sacred realm and travel through the blighted lands in a bid to exterminate the source poisoning Hyrule, all of Hyrule was now seeing changes in climates. The work of the church and hopeful citizens revitalizing the lost lands was reshaping the environment. Once vast deathlands of blighted soil was healing and growing anew. Regular blessing ceremonies purged the residual poison from dead dusty soil, Farore's storms returning to places they hadn't been in centuries, bringing life back in thanks. Link was certain the reforesting of countless lands would drastically alter all of Hyrule, but his job was done.
For now, he had made great use of his time by building small forts to test ideas, discovering through enjoyable trial and error how best to keep his home cool or warm. His current temporary yet functioning design was based on ideas he'd gotten from the Sheikah summer village, and ideas from ancient store houses in the grasslands. Using a river to cool the home, and a slanted rock stacking technique to make water resistant walls.
He could talk a persons ears off about the designs, but the most defining parts were related the the sheikah shape of the roof, the odd details put into it, the huge water wheel turning in the river, and the constant fake rain falling like a sparkly curtain all around the little house. The roof looked to be made with a careful grid of interconnected wood poles, and slanted in two halves from the centre. A thin mat of grass had been layed atop the grid, grass meticulously tied into countless long narrow bunches, saturated with a now dry odd dark substance, and tied together in ascending rows. Link had used the grass mat as insulation to support the flat ceramic tiles creating the waterproof layer, the dark substance working as a glue. These tiles had been his first successful attempt making such things for a home, and he'd put a lot of thought into their design. He doubted their longevity but he'd still put in his effort. The tiles simple design sported two divets near the top, used to secure it by sewing it with cord threaded into the grass mat, and an indented line from top to bottom for guiding the water evenly across the roof. The water came from a suspended "pipe" with staggered holes, secured at one end by a tree, and the other end the basin water collected in by means of the water wheel.
Seeing such a strange, perpetually raining house in the forest would surely catch anyones eye. The walls of the home were woven saplings and grass mats, some of the mats rolled up like to allow the sun and air in. The floor was made of thick logs, patched with coloured clay between the rounded dips to make it even. It was all a work of art.
Unfortunately, there was more to life than just making cool forts until you can build a house that doesnt fall. Namely, not being naked when you don't want to be. At the moment, Link was relegated to wearing his formal fairy tunic as he grumpily patched up his Hylian clothes. He was down to two shit tunics that were more patches than original, and his reserve tunic was already staring down demotion. His reserve tunic was meant for going into town when he needed supplies, and it was starting to look like the time was here. Unless he wanted to risk wearing formal Hylian-sized fairy clothes, which wasn't a safe bet. All but one pair of leggings had suffered as well. Becoming two pairs of shorts, and something that would make peeing at night easy. The surviving leggings were the overly elegant fairy leggings to match the tunic he wore, and he didn't want to damage the outfit. Having one nice formal outfit set aside for emergencies felt important somehow.
So there he sat in his sparkling forest home, dressed in a tunic as deep green as the trees emerald hues, embroidered with a golden tree, branches and delicate leaves glittering with the reflected sunlight. His blond hair was braided in a beautiful crown around his head, carved wooden pins holding it neatly. Gentle waves of loose gold hair looked like a fairytale drawing, softly falling around his ears and the back of this neck. Tattered clothes hanging on a clothes line in front of him while he did his best with a sewing needle.
A young man dressed entirely too tight black clothing wondered through the area. His master had sensed a faint residue of fairy magic and had ordered Adrian to check it out and return with the source. So that's how he found himself here. He had searched all over and came across nothing. If he returned empty handed, he would surely be punished.
Just as Adrian was going to just give up for the day and take whatever punishment his master would dish out, the diamond on his gem flared. It was imdued with its own magic that was intuned to his master's and would shine as he came close to any other source of magic. This had to be what he was looking for!
Quietly, Adrian stalked close to the source. The diamond glowing more and more the closer he got. He crouched as he moved some branches aside from the brush and his eyes widened as he spotted Link. There was no other explanation... he was positively otherworldly.
As he moved to get a closer look, his foot landed on a brittle branch and it snapped under his weight. A sound that reverberated in the too silent forest.
Normally, Link was more attuned to the sounds of his forest. He knew when something was amiss, noticed when the insects went quiet, the animals hid, and the brightly coloured songbirds returned to their nests. To his misfortune, the normally soothing sound of his artificial rain was his main focus. Though the sounds of the river and water wheel didn't help much when he wasn't paying attention to begin with.
Hearing the twig snap was a surprise, bringing him back to the moment from his focus. He had been so engrossed in his work, he hadn't noticed the obvious signs around him. Fully expecting to see something along the lines of a deer or a bear, he calmly set his sewing down before turning his head in the direction his ear had twitched.
The unnatural texture of black clothing immediately had his heart pounding in his chest. Fairy instincts begged for him to run, always to run. Yet he managed to breathe and compose himself, assessing his situation. Running could prove dangerous without knowing exactly who (or what), was watching him. If he ran, his belongings may end up stolen. Or worse yet, he could end up unable to return to the first place he could call home.
The likelihood of a person exploring wasn't as low as it once was, thanks to the success of his journey. Monsters were far less common and much weaker than before. And his forest had grown much richer in natural resources, he could see how that may prove enticing.
If he wasn't in any immediate danger, staying calm and maintaining control would be a far wiser option. An explorer finding his home by pure chance felt more likely than an enemy at this point, making a calm meeting without darting away half naked preferable. Should he end up facing attack, he could still flee and hide in one of the various nearly forts. Though he really didnt want to get his formal fairy tunic dirty...
"I can see your clothing." He stated simply, a master of socializing. He waited to see how they would react, keeping his face peacefully calm.
Elongated ears flicked up in mild surprise, diamond earrings swaying with the movement. It showed on his face too before his ears returned to their normal position and he schooled his features into one of indifference.
"And here I thought with my dark clothing and keeping to the shadows would've hidden me better," he mumbled under his breath. Only to then sigh. It must've been the diamond on his collar that gave him away. It had not stopped its continuous glowing.
Well, there was no use to being stealthy anymore. He hoped his Master realized that it was his own fault that he had been spotted. So he stood up fully and finally came out of hiding.
"Well you got me. Yet you are still here and.. not trying to run or chas3 me off..?"
