the Pale Beings should be grateful their children want to move on and excise them from their lives instead of seeking condemnation and judgement
one of the youngest of their children fought and killed one of the most powerful remaining gods in Hallownest in her own domain and while she was being fueled by the worship of a very, very dedicated group of powerful mortals
the eldest of their children held that god in place for centuries, does so when they had nothing but it's own fading self to do so with
their vessel children were born of them and void, they are gods thrice over, and they know more of the secrets of mortality than the Pale Beings ever could have hoped to have learned
their daughter/stepdaughter was born of wyrm and Herrah. she stepped up to care for all of the kingdoms as their guardian and protector, choosing to do so instead of going to Pharloom in hopes of finding what remained of the Weavers. because she was not willing to leave people to die because of distant gods' selfishness. she did it even knowing that they would hand her all of their responsibilities and abandon her to carry that all alone without hesitation
if the White Lady and/or the Pale King somehow returned and tried to recollect what was, in their minds, 'theirs', (the Hollow Knight to return back to their knights, the only Pale Child (Hornet) back to Court, perhaps Ghost could be trained to be a knight like their sibling, perhaps), they would be ripped apart is what i'm saying
* ‘ i was too scared to jump in . ’ / @sextvpes
“no te preocupes.” intenta consolar a acompañante. “seguro no es la última vez que vamos al lago.” da un par de palmaditas en hombro ajeno. “apuesto a que la próxima vez sí te atreves.”
k i read the the first light novel (i already read the second one its just. out of order. and wow well i wasn't expecting dazai and kunikida to have so much Going On(TM) but well I'm not complaining?
i have to get something off my chest.
i found the name rowen when searching for names of an oc who was a healer, and i wanted it to do something with nature being as the character was a traveller and worked with herbs and plants. it kinda stuck with me for some reason? and i named another oc (this one the star of a madalaptive daydream or a persona reflecting myself) which renewed it in my reflection of identity. anyways, when gender became an issue, i somehow stuck to it, and put it in my tumblr bio (i dont remember when) and by now its become as much as me as my given name (that i cant shake being somewhat closeted).
this is all good and jolly but the problem is rowen isnt actually a real name. i found the name rowan for my oc (an irish name for red-heads based on a red-flower-sprouting tree) and misread it. what the heck
every day i come closer to deleting the tumblr app
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Usualmente, não era a pessoa mais animada para as festas que aconteciam na cidade. Conseguia aproveitar bastante com seus amigos, é claro, mas se divertia bem mais em uma saída mais íntima, apenas com quem era mais próximo dela. Entretanto, estava particularmente ansiosa para o baile promovido por August. Primeiro, porque sempre tivera curiosidade para saber como era a enorme biblioteca que havia dentro da casa. Segundo, e mais importante, tinha combinado com @lostinthewcods de se encontrarem logo que chegassem ao baile. Quanto mais tempo passavam juntos, mais Clementine queria tê-lo perto de si. Era um sentimento bom, muito bom. Ainda que um tanto amedrontador, porém tentava deixar de lado esse fato.
Chegou à mansão vários minutos após o horário do convite e, para sua surpresa, ainda não havia tanta gente no local. Assim, não foi tão difícil encontrá-lo após adentrar o salão de bailes. Um largo sorriso automaticamente estampou o rosto de Clementine e por alguns segundos permaneceu parada no lugar, observando-o ao longe. Quem a olhasse naquele momento possivelmente riria dela, mas Clementine pouco se importava. Andou em passos lentos até ele que, de costas para ela, não a tinha visto. Ainda se sentia bastante nervosa quando estava perto de Rowan, mas tal sentimento era cada vez menor e Clem se via cada vez mais segura ao lado dele. Assim que se aproximou o suficiente dele, estendeu seus braços e tapou os olhos dele com as mãos. "Guess who?" perguntou em um tom baixo, próxima ao ouvido dele.