Despite my user being AROACE shrimps, I am not in fact aroace. I am a lesbian, but I don't want a romantic relationship.
I am agender and I use she/they/it! It/its preferred :3
Im a nonsharing one yumeshipper, but doubles can still interact.
Im in a solid amount of fandoms.. so uh here we go.
Warrior cats , Wings of Fire , The Amazing Digital Circus , Murder Drones , Object Shows (Bfdi, Tripwire, Hfjone, Lots, Bfnif) , Mouthwashing , Jumalanpelko , Twenty One Pilots , Six Crimson Cranes , Dandys World , Pokémon
fandoms I know the lore for and I interact with, but I dont consider myself a member of: Forsaken (blame Nana)
They had delivered the blade wrapped in the fraying white of your father's cape.
Before that day you had longed for this, dreamed of when the time would come for such a divine weapon to change hands. He had always smiled in those images, always looked so proud as his legacy became yours.
Childish, that thought, for how many kings lived to welcome their successors to the throne? Perhaps it was foolish, to hope for the day your father could clasp your hand in his for one final moment before passing the weight of his blood down to you. But then, how could you have ever anticipated that he would not have gotten to say goodbye at all?
The Hero-King's sword did not weigh in your arms like a blessing or even an honor. It weighed like a corpse, limp and dull. All of the life that it had once glimmered with, the respect that it had once commanded, faded to nothing now. In father's hand it had been sacred, holy, a sign of hope and a promise of protection.
In yours it was a reminder of all that you had lost, of all that you had failed to protect. You would never be the hero that Falchion deserved.
From where the gashes in the fabric revealed the silver of its blade, you could not even bring yourself to marvel at it. No, your eyes could only linger upon the crimson stains that nobody had bothered to wash out. A reminder of the Exalt's final moments, ones that nobody had lived to see. They could not bring you his body, could not show you your father even in death.
So you clung to that tattered cloth, held it to your chest and rushed away. They did not need to see you grieve.
And when you were alone -- when you had cried until you couldn't any longer, father's cape draped over your shoulders like a blanket -- you could not bring yourself to even touch the blade that your blood had rendered yours.
You did not deserve to. You would never be as strong as your father, as his father. Never were you meant to be worthy of this holy blade. For if you were, you could have saved him.
You should have saved him.
You didn't save him.
And so you swore that you would.
Borrowed rapier in hand, you would prove that you were a daughter to be proud of.
Lucas was pretty good at being level headed, and easy to get along with. That was one of his strong skills. For the most part. But tonight was a bit different, he just couldn’t be in the house anymore. He was tired of tiptoeing around his wife, he was tired of living under the same roof, and he was just tired in general. Working an excessive amount of hours every week seemed to catch up to him. And he had not gotten much sleep recently.
He sat at the nearest bench in Cityview Park, and his body immediately relaxed almost as if he had been holding his breath. Letting out a large groan, he let his head drop towards his lap, he hands catching it on the way down. He could hear the shuffling of feet near him as he lifted his head. “Hey. I can move if you need.”
I made a Harringrove blog so I can hoard all of the incredible art, ficlets, and fanedits in one place. It’s nsfw (duh? haha).
And I’ll post new chapters to my fics both here, at pondermoniums, as well as on neonponders <3 So you don’t have to jump ship if you just want Harringrove fic updates. I apologize in advance for harringrove spam if you follow me there <3
I came up with a card game we can play while social distancing!! (Okay it’s not a game it’s a request event but whatever) The rules? Choose your suit and three cards to make your hand. The catch? You won’t know what the prompts are until after all requests are in. That means you’ll have to...
1- Choose a Suit:
♥️- Benjamin Greene (TGTBT) EDIT: The sugarplum is all full! Go Fish!
♠️- Logan Delos (SYiNY or CD- you choose!) EDIT: We’ve reached the Logan limit!
♦️- Ryan Brenner (PT)
♣️- Billy Russo (ISY) EDIT: Billy’s cashing out, but Draw 2 for Ryan!!
2- Choose Your 3 Card Hand:
(1) Face Card- Ace, King, Queen or Jack
These will determine the type of story it is: angst, smut, fluff or general (not in that order, of course, where would the fun be in that? 😈)
(2) Number cards from 2-10
These will determine things like themes and which POV is used
I want to do THREE “hands” for each “suit” so once I have all 12 requests, I’ll reveal the list!
Please send your requests as an ask. If you have any questions please let me know, and if you’d like to be tagged in these raise your hand!!
