child of river, child of glen

and you are caught between two homes, valiant knight; between the forest that nurtures, and the river that calls affiliated with eidolon

[assortedrpmemes]

Thought-Provoking Headcanon Meme

Send a symbol and I’ll answer the question about my muse. (Or answer in character. Whatever works for you!)

⛔️ - How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning? 🚑 - If your muse was the only person around and someone was injured, would they help? Would they have the experience needed? 💸 - What does your muse think of wealthy people? Do they resent them, or do they believe they earned what they have? 🆘 - What does your muse think of poor people? Do they think they’re a waste of space, or do they want to help them? 📩 - Does your muse prefer to physically write letters or send them online? What is their reasoning? 📢 - Does your muse have a loud personality or a quiet one? Do they enjoy being the center of attention, or would they rather watch and listen? 📊 - How does your muse feel about the state of the world? Could it be better? Could it be worse? 👨 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their father? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👩 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their mother? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👧 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their siblings? Who do they get along with best? 👶 - If they have any, what is your muse’s relationship like with their children? Do they feel like they’re a good parent? 👻 - Does your muse believe in an afterlife? What do they think it’s like? ⏰ - Does your muse feel like they need to do things quickly or do they take their time? ⌛️ - How often does your muse think about death? Do they think about it at all? 🔗 - What are your muse’s standards for meaningful relationships? How quickly do they form relationships like these? 🚹 - How would your muse react to losing their father? How would they cope? 🚺 - How would your muse react to losing their mother? How would they cope? 🚼 - How would your muse react to losing a child? How would they cope? 💧 - How would your muse react to losing a best friend? How would they cope? 💔 - How would your muse react to losing a romantic partner? How would they cope? 🐜 - How does your muse feel about animal lives? Do they treat them the same way they’d treat a person, or do they feel they’re inferior? 🌎 - Does your muse want to change the world? How would they go about it? 🎭 - How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel? 💋 - How does your muse feel about people who cheat? Do they see a reason for it, or is it completely immoral? 🌠 - Would your muse make a wish on a star? If so, what would they wish for? 🎁 - Does your muse celebrate their birthday? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, why not? 🍟 - How does your muse feel about their body? Would they change it if they could? 💅 - How does your muse feel about gender roles? Do they conform to them, or do they play by their own rules? 🌺 - Does your muse have a favorite flower? Why do they like it?

[tideheart]

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?

Riparian is fairly average when it comes to book smarts, but he's extremely emotionally intelligent. He's canny and prudent, but I wouldn't say he has street smarts, if only because he's still getting accustomed to the big, wide world, and a little naive.

[phantomemes]

collection of prompts  /  starter sentences  /  what have you taken from private  /  unpublished works of poetry written by the blog moderator .  feel free to change things  (  such as pronouns  )  as needed !

“ i finally recognize my own reflection ” “ these clothes cling to my body like cobwebs ” “ you left your body somewhere far behind ” “ you know it works every time  ,  half the time  ,  when you get lucky ” “ get the hell away from me ” “ the taste is regret ” “ you never learned to say you’re hurting without forcing someone to hurt with you ” “ you have the audacity to act surprised when your bridges burn ” “ you’re too old to still need a nightlight ” “ still scared of the dark ? ” “ you know them  ,  or you don’t ” “ it doesn’t matter because they’re dead ” “ you’ll join them one way or another ” “ here’s how to relax your muscles ” “ i don’t bother telling anyone the results anymore ” “ they don’t bother asking ” “ i think someone switched the contents ” “ you spend so much time considering what it must be like to be someone else that you forgot to consider what it must be like to be someone at all ” “ i don’t know what to say ” “ you are either a fool or a genius or maybe both ” “ for once i feel like maybe i’m not letting anybody down ” “ he doesn’t believe you ” “ i can’t tell if there’s something wrong or normal with me ” “ the empty container of cup noodles digging into my side is almost pleasant ” “ let them take your place ” “ you are not a king nor were you ever one ” “ i am ready to go home ” “ your mother wept the first time she held you in her arms ” “ you are a miracle ” “ you are something damned ” “ there are not enough apologies in this world to make up for your closed casket funeral ” “ gods will always know the difference ” “ i want to ask my father if he was afraid ” “ maybe never getting to say goodbye is the closest you’re allowed to get to a blessing ” “ the gods will never know the sound of my forgiveness ” “ i just woke up here one morning ” “ i don’t know how to tell you i don’t know where she is ” “ there’s someone here who misses her ” “ i should just be able to bottle up my pain ” “ i feel as though i’m just here to disappoint ” “ if you look closely you can see the snakes shifting beneath the dirt ”

[painted-bees]

Character solidifying!

[rockinrpmemes]

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have? 2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have? 3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings? 4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient? 5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered? 6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child? 7. What was the economic status of their family? 8. How does your character feel about religion? 9. What about political beliefs? 10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted? 11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated? 12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations? 13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates? 14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected? 15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED? 16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike? 17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When? 18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember? 19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now? 20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced? 21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate? 22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner? 23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex? 24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? 25. What are their hobbies and interests? 26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance? 27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality? 28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice? 29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling? 30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive? 31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate? 32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively? 33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health?  34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous? 35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures? 36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering? 37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? 38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic? 39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid? 40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one? 41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony? 42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? 43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back? 44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them? 45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic? 46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body? 47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible? 48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish? 49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent? 50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

[fighting-instinct-blog]

@tideheart​ is blue. literally. the fun size horse to make you notice your frostbite?

It’s a special sort of cold here, and the small pieces of magical life and occurrences do little to help counter it or her boredom. The “spots of color” like the Glassgreen really are the only pieces of color in Eidolon.

Even this… tiny, tiny inquisitive horse that she’s found herself petting awkwardly after some insistent nudging, is as monochrome as most of the landscape.

Ironic, considering the pony’s presumed handler is… anything but. And she thought she was best described as blue. Sasume eyes the sea-skinned man, near-aloof expression almost wondering as to his presence, as if she’s not stroking his sort-of-furry friend by head and chin both.

“He—she?—is fine. Almost thought they were trying to eat my bracelet at first, though.”

[tideheart]

"I assure you, she would never do anything of the kind. My Silverbell is a lady of great manners! I think that she likes you." Riparian's dearest friend edges closer to the stranger, and he knows it for a ploy to get more affection, perhaps even hoping for a little praise.

"I'm very glad to know where she wandered to. Thank you, unknown lady, for safeguarding her until I could find her again. I do not have words for the depth of gratitude I feel." With a practiced movement, the knight bowed shallowly, a gentle expression of the appreciation he could not otherwise express.

"It is my great joy to meet you. I am Sir Riparian Amaervanna, and you, of course, know Silverbell by now."

[tideheart]

ifaustian‌:

“Aren’t we all curious for the future?” He flipped the card, choosing not o comment on the validity of his reading. After all, there is reason the Countess of Vesuvia still enjoyed his company. There was only honestly, though its baring was a hard truth to accept.

“…Great upheaval, and crumbling. There may be change in your future that proves to be painful in some way. But the change will be for the better once the deed is done. A bit ominous, maybe, but at least it will all turn out fine.” He allowed the three cards to remain in their position for him to look over, all the while waving for his usual order of a drink.

"I cannot imagine a greater change than coming here, unless, perhaps, they mean this place." This fantastical, folkloric land of wish and wonder, which had ensnared all their hearts- what could be more than this? A great upheaval, he thought, dwelling on the words the fortune teller chose. They might, of course, mean the loss of his inherent magic, a strange change he was having difficulty accepting. It had never been of great use, of course, but it was still a part of him.

"You've told me very interesting things. I thank you for your time, dear mage. If I could trouble you to another question, though, where did you learn this? It seems a useful skill."

[solishearted-blog]

this was all unfamiliar territory, Adora had to be the top of her game! and what better way to take advantage of that than with her old pal She-ra -

   “ FOR THE HONOR OF GRAYSKULL !!! “

hm, no dice. was she holding the sword right?

    “ FOR THE HONOOOOOR OF GRAYSKUUUULL !!! “

and again, nothing. Just an angry blonde swinging a sword about in the snow.

   “ FOR THE HONOR OF …. “

“ FOR! “

“ FOR THE HONOR OF GRAYSKULL … please? “

yeah, she was probably going to upset a few neighbors with all the shouting as her shrunken horse Swiftwind stands on in the background.

“ FOR! “ a swing “ THE! “ a slash “ HONOR! “ a grunt “ OF! “ a misplaced step “ GRAYSKULL – AH “ and she’s quick to find herself face down in the snow.

[tideheart]

Rapidly intensifying shouting draws his attention, has him meandering towards the source of the noise. Riparian finds, not a fight, as he'd expected, but a girl face-down in the snow. After a long moment of reflection on the scene before him, the knight glances around, tries to understand what he's seeing.

Another miniaturized horse stands by in the background, if such a creature could be diminished to the base and dull moniker of 'horse'. It is truly one of the most beautiful creatures he's ever seen.

"Lady, are you well? Who is Grayskull, and why do you scream their battle cry? Do you do honorable battle with ghosts, or spirits I cannot see?"

[tideheart]

ifaustian‌:

“Let’s take a look, then. First, the past-” A soft rainbow of colors- the image of goblets and a fish, greeted them. From where Asra sat it was upright, but facing them, it meant the opposite. “Ten of Cups, reversed…. You’ve suffered and felt trapped due to issues with your family. Maybe you’ve felt there was no solution to your problem?”

He flips the next card with little words to spare ( perhaps a way to avoid commenting on things too personal ). After all, they all supposedly came here from a wish. An empty landscape then greeted them both. “… the present is uncertain, but you have the potential to achieve what you need. Do not let the fears chain you down. A fitting card, considering where we are. So far, so good?”

“I wouldn’t say trapped.” Riparian speaks impulsively, words quick with a bright need to defend the family he’d left behind. And yet, the fortune-teller’s words did ring true, a little. Gently, softly, he chided himself to listen. He had asked a question, it was only right he pay attention to the answer.

“I follow you thus far, yes.” Do not let fear chain him down. He could remember that, he felt sure. Leaning forward, Riparian eyes the downturned cards curiously. “What does the next say?”

[tideheart]

ifaustian‌:

“At the very least you will have some guidance. I would have more confidence telling you what some cards mean, but since this place lacks magic… we can take from the simple meanings. Let’s see…”  He deftly split the cards into three piles, offering them. “Out of these, pick the one you feel most drawn to.”

“A little guidance is always welcome.” The cards lay in front of him, three even decks of unknowable mystery. With some mild trepidation, Riparian selects three cards, trying to act by feeling and not by thought. “These, I think.”

[ifaustian-blog]

“How about we take a look at your fortune?”

[tideheart]

“I’m not sure I’ve ever had my fortune told. It might be a very enlightening experience. Please, gaze on.”

[tabardalon-blog]

@tideheart

“Is this yours?”

You’d intended to go on a full patrol; left the bunkhouse with your jaw set, determined not to come back until you’d mapped every building in this place, met every resident, found yourself a serviceable weapon. Surely they sell swords somewhere here. Maybe an axe. Gods, you’d take a sturdy stick at this point.

Instead–the pain of dying (you’d almost forgotten) had gotten to you, and you’d ended up here instead of out in the white wastes: a stable, close enough to the bunkhouses to provide convenient refuge. The stalls were bare but you didn’t need much more than some quiet and a chance to catch some ragged breaths. And then you’d heard a noise–and peeked over the wall, and–

“It just seems a little small, if it is.”

You feel like if this man were to sit on this little horse, it’d fall right over.

[tideheart]

“She was much larger, until today. I’m really not sure why she’s so small now, but I bow to the will of this place.”

You’re confused, of course you are, but the fact that Silverbell is here, is with you, that you’re not alone in this place of glimmering, crystalline ice and snow is such a comfort you can’t complain. Slowly, turn your face away from her, and stare up at your new visitor.

“Are you well? Do you have a mount with you, too? Perhaps another horse! It would be just wonderful to have someone else stabled next to her!”

Your excitement is getting the better of you, again. Reaching out to lay a hand against her side, breathe in, once, twice. Calm.

“My deepest apologies, I got so excited, I didnt introduce myself! My name is Sir Riparian Amaervanna, most recently of Amaervanna. And what is your name?”

[only-emperor-deactivated2019011]

@tideheart , We are unused to roommates…

Could this Greater History not grant the emperor with more appropriate sleeping quarters? The meager little hallway threatened to fray his moth-like wings at the edges, and certainly there were too many beds for one household. His displeasure was not at all hidden, for the scowl on his face was plain for all to see. 

“Surely, you are as dissatisfied with these quarters as Us,” he spoke to the sole other inhabitant at the time. Items on the other beds suggested there were others, but where they had gone, he did not catch, and so his red gaze fell upon the blue man from where the emperor sat upon one of the top bunks. Long nails scratched gently over the bedding, and a faint grin found its way onto his pale face as he crossed his legs. 

“However, you should consider yourself lucky! You are housed with Emperor Qin Shi Huang, the First Emperor. Few have had the honor of being so close within Our presence, much less the opportunity to live beside Us. We hope to cause one another little trouble.”

[tideheart]

A creature of most regal bearing addressed Riparian, and his breath caught in his throat as he stared up at them. The manner in which the self-identified Emperor spoke had him kneeling, as was only appropriate, head bowed low. “I find that they serve well enough for me, Imperial Majesty, but I am certain it would not be so for you.”

Once he’d knelt, the genasi did not rise again, long years of courtly training holding sway over his behavior. “It is my great honor and joy to dwell beside you. Please, as I am a Knight, do not hesitate to seek me out for whatever you might need. I am yours to command.”

It was, perhaps, unwise to so easily give himself over to an authority he knew nothing about, but Riparian felt certain he would not have been placed within the domain of someone who would do him harm. Not here, where dreams became solid, and wishes became real.

[eidolonpath]

With some things fixed, I'd like to submit my oc, Sir Riparian Amaervanna! As before, his app is at the first link. ♥

Welcome to Eidolon, traveler. Wishes have brought you far, and we know they will only bring you further.

You will find your residence in Bunkhouse #3.

There is a glass shortsword with the word “endure” engraved on it waiting for you upon your mattress.

Silverbell has also been brought here with you, however she is now closer to the size of a pony rather than a horse. She will be waiting for you in the stables near Telecosm houses…

Search, seek, persist. Take heart in your heart.

May Diaidem bless you.

[tideheart]

ℐntro

RIPARIAN

⚔  At 115 years old, he’s just hit elven maturity. Culturally and developmentally, he’s a young adult, still finding his feet. He’ll definitely pretend to be much more mature than that, though.

⚔  Riparian was raised noble, and is exceedingly well-mannered and graceful in disposition, until given a reason not to be. He’ll be respectful and kind to you until you aren’t to him. He doesn’t tolerate rudeness or meanness.

⚔  He’s a proper fairy-tale knight, fanciful bravery and all. Riparian’s got a protective streak about five miles wide, so housemates beware! He’ll guard you with his life, if need be.

⚔  For easy conversation starters, he loves his horse more than just about anything in the world! Silverbell is his very best friend, and he’s more than ready to wax poetic on her many virtues.

MOSS

Hello, it is I, your local disabled cryptid. I’m 27, in love with fungi, definitely not an abomination of nature & can be found at perseusshah & starheeled on twitter, or at mossheart#1578 on discord! Please feel free to hit me up at any time if you want to thread or talk. 

[endless-unfolding]

What use is moonlight? I reach into it, fingers open, and my hand is silvered and blessed, and comes back to me holding nothing.

Margaret Atwood, from “Sumacs,” in Interlunar (via a-pair-of-ragged-claws)

[natalieweepoetry]

If everything is magic unless understood, I am my own monument to wonder. My teeth sharpened on sea stones, these knees planted in good soil. I am going to undo all laws of possibility. Watch closely. I will astound you. I will break the delicate shell of all you know & drink.

“But Who Are You Here to Save?”, Natalie Wee (via wondersmithinc)

[wnq-writers]

but here is what i know: roses grow thorns, nature is kind but doesn’t forgive, and you are a warrior even though sometimes it hurts to breathe.

Lana Rafaela (via wnq-writers)