#alasse writes

[alasse-earfalas]

Hello yes I have been possessed by this theory and wrote a thing about it. Here's the ao3 link for those who want it.

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“Hey, guys?” 

Everyone looked at the sailor. He was holding a tiny shield in his hands, the design facing him. 

“Um…” He looked down at the shield. How could he have missed this before? This was his family heirloom, a shield that had been placed on display for who knows how many generations, said to have been used by, “the hero himself”. But the Hero of Time used a different shield, so… “Whose shield is this?” He turned it around, eyes fixed on the man he’d heard so many legends and stories and tales about, around whom there was so much tradition and—

“That’s mine!” 

The sailor’s eyes jumped to—the smith? Who was hurrying towards him and did not look happy. “Oh, uh, here.” The sailor held out the shield. 

The smith snatched it from him. 

Okay, so… “Have any of the rest of you guys seen it before?” Again, his eyes remained on the Hero of Time. 

“I haven’t,” said the old man. 

“You… Are you sure?” That couldn’t be right, but… could it? 

The old man shook his head. As did, the sailor now realized, everyone else. 

Used by the hero himself… The sailor whipped around. The smith held the shield carefully, examining it with keen eyes. 

Could this… be…? “Hey…” The sailor walked over to him. 

The little guy gave him a side-glare. “Please don’t touch this without asking.” He crouched down to put it back with the others. “I know it doesn’t look like much, but it means a lot to me.” 

The sailor couldn’t believe his ears. “I won’t.” Could this really be…? He glanced over his shoulder at the Hero of Time, then turned back to the smith. “Um… Where did you get it?” Maybe it was a family heirloom for him, too? But the old man said that he hadn’t—

The smith was still crouched in front of the shield when he answered. “My Zelda gave it to me.” 

Wait… was this a royal family heirloom, then? “Where did she get it?” 

The little guy eyed him curiously and stood up. “She won it during the Picori Festival. Why? You seem very interested all of a sudden.” 

The sailor stammered a little. “Well I—I didn’t know it was—Your hood’s always draped over it, so I couldn’t see the design before.” 

The smith’s eyebrow rose. “Oh?” He looked back at the shield. “Why, do you recognize it?” 

The sailor’s stomach was all in knots. He looked at the Hero of Time—his predecessor, the hero he looked up to as the one who came before him, the one with whom he felt a special bond—once more. 

Then he looked at the smith. A hero he knew, comparatively, nothing about. Because there were no stories about him. No legends. No tales. Not even a title. 

Just a shield. A family heirloom. 

“Are you okay?” 

The sailor shook himself. “Yeah, I…” He glanced at the shield. How could his own family forget a hero in their ancestry? Why were there no bedtime stories other than what every child was told about the Hero of Time? “I just…” The sailor didn’t know what to say. Here was his ancestor, the hero this shield truly belonged to, and yet… the sailor knew nothing about him. 

How could he tell his own ancestor that his heroism had been forgotten? That his own legends had been superimposed by those of another hero? Who wasn’t even related to him? 

“That shield used to hang on my grandma’s wall,” he said at last. “It’s been passed down in my family for… a really really long time.” 

The smith’s face lit up in surprise. “You’re kidding!” 

“Yeah…” He rubbed his head and tried to smile. “I used it on my first adventure, ‘cause I needed it, and we didn’t have anything else—” 

The smith waved his hands. “Hey, that’s fine! I’m just tickled that it lasted that long.” 

“Yeah…” 

The little guy tilted his head. “Something wrong?” 

His face scrunched up and his shoulders tensed. But he didn’t want to say it. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“It’s just…” His shoulders dropped. Then his face screwed up again and he blurted, “I don’t know anything about you! I thought—All this time I thought that shield belonged to the Hero of Time, because that’s the only Hero anyone ever remembers! But here you are, my own ancestor, and—” He rubbed his eyes with his sleeve. “If I hadn’t—If we hadn’t met like this—If I never saw your shield, I never would have…” 

“Hey, don’t stress about it!” His tiny ancestor waved his hands again. “That happens to all of us. No reason to get upset.” 

The sailor sniffled. “But it’s not right! You’re my ancestor, I should have known about you! I—” He stopped abruptly when a strong hand clasped his shoulder. 

The Ordonian—otherwise known as the Hero of Time’s true descendant—smiled warmly at him. “I didn’t grow up with any tales about heroes at all,” he said. He lost a little of his smile. “It’s a sadly common fate for us.” 

“That’s really strange.” 

Everyone turned to the Champion. 

“I don’t remember much,” he said with a shrug, “but I know, before the Calamity, we knew about a lot of you. Sure they were legends, and I don’t think we knew much, but what we did know, we took seriously. Like it was actual history, not just some fairytale or bedtime story.” 

“It’s always the worst record-keeping,” the veteran grumbled. 

The sailor felt a little better after hearing that. “Still…” He smiled at the smith. “I want to know more about your adventures! All this time I had a hero in my family tree and I didn’t even know it!” 

“I’d say that’s a fine idea,” said the old man with a smirk. 

The sailor beamed. “Well?” 

“Hm…” The smithy rubbed his chin. 

“Now I’m just wondering how many of us are related,” the traveler said behind his hand. 

Sky shrugged. 

“Well, there’s a lot I could say.” The littlest Link smiled at the sailor. “But why don’t we start on that tomorrow?” 

“Yeah, it’s getting late,” said the Captain. 

The sailor yawned just as he was about to argue. “Alright fine,” he said. 

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The smithy lay awake that night, eyes bright and heart full of wonder. A descendant? Not even something so convoluted as that—a direct descendant, marked by a family heirloom that he had already planned on treating as such. Who knew his beloved tiny shield would be of use again? That another hero—only slightly bigger than he was—would end up needing it? 

He thought of all the stories he could tell the sailor, of the Minish and the Four Sword and Vaati. There was so much to tell; would they even have time? 

A gentle boot tapped his side. “Get some sleep, little ancestor.” The old man’s voice was sparkling with quiet mirth. “You’ll need the rest if you hope to keep up with his questions tomorrow.” 

The smithy snorted. “Please, I’m not as old as you.” 

The old man laughed quietly at that, and said nothing more.

#alasse writes #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu wind #lu four #lu fanfiction #writing

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Fury, for the ask game. :3

Wild fell hard, slamming into the ground after the blow. A cry of fury emitted from Twilight, who immediately cut the beast in half. The next thing the champion knew, he was being carried off the battlefield, the world spinning dizzyingly as a voice said, "You're going to be okay, Champ, just stay down and out of sight, okay?"

#you ask skye answers #lovely alasse earfalas #writing #ask game #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu wild #lu twilight

[ajscico]

63 - 66 for Untamed Wild! :D

What was the hardest part of writing [Untamed Wild]?

Having enough variety in the chapters and the trials the chain face unique to Wild’s era. I also didn’t know a lot of the characters too well yet. I’d binge read a whole lot but didn’t quite have some of the personalities down.

If you rewrote [Untamed Wild] now, would you change anything?

I’d either double down and include more monsters from other eras or remove the small mention of the Pol’s Voice and… rewrite Sky’s chapter. I love him and want to do a better job with his chapter

If you wrote a sequel to [Untamed Wild], what would happen in it?

I feel like Untamed Wild is pretty self-contained. But I’m open to ideas. Do you see sequel potential? What would be in it?

What’s a fun fact about [Untamed Wild]?

I have yet for anyone to see this joke of mine so I’m going to highlight it because I think I’m funny. When Teba says that he can probably carry Time to the other location, it’s a low-key joke that all the Links are slightly on the short side and most of them kind of scrawny. “Hylia has a type.”

#asks and answers #lovely alasse earfalas #ask game #writing

[creative-heart]

Hey lucia, welcome back to writing <3 can you write something with kuku? Just him being protective and cute after reader's night out taking care of her and everything (maybe some smut?but only if u feel confy with that :)

Hi Sweetheart! I'm sorry it took a while for me to get back to you, it's been a busy birthday weekend here, but alass, here is our loving caring...in many one ways, Esteban Kukuriczka 🥰😍 I hope you enjoy this and that I made justice to what you had in mind when you requested this.

"Into the Morning light" Esteban Kukuriczka x Fem! reader

+18 ONLY If you do not want to read the smut part, stop reading at "Y/N smirked, feeling the older guy’s stare glued to her"

T.W: Mentions of drunkness, smut, Oral (fem receiving), 3pov, fem. reader

Other than that, kuku being an absolut sweetheart taking care of y/n after a night out in more ways than one.

Word Count: 1.6k ish

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Esteban jolt awaken by the call ringtone he had set up especificaly for Y/N, it was 4 a.m and she had gone out to town with her girl friends. He knew nothing entirely good could be up if she was calling him, as he grabbed his phone, he just hoped it wasn’t the worst case scenario running through his sleepy brain “hello?” he cleared the sleep from his throat “Y/N/N baby, everything okay?”.

“Mmhmm, everything’s fine teddybear” she slurred through the phone as Kuku sighed on the other end of the line knowing she was quite drunk if she was calling him that petname, “can you pleeassseee come pick me up?” she pouted to the phone even if the older one couldn’t see it. Esteban hummed in agreement already halfway dressed.

“Stay right there, I’ll be over in 5 minutes love” he hung up and out the door he went walking to the car as he fixed his t-shirt and drove over to the club Y/N had gone out to. When he got there he pulled up and got out of the car walking towards his girlfriend who was resting against a wall. 

“You came baby!!” she giggled and wrapped her arms tightly around the taller man’s neck kissing him shortly. Esteban chuckled at the state his girlfriend was in and pulled away gently placing his hands on her waist. 

“of course I did babygirl, you call, I come” he kissed her forehead wrapping his arm around her waist protectively walking her over to the car listening to her ramble on about her night and looking over at her “I think we’re gonna get you a cup of coffee and a glass of water once we get home, you’ve had some to drink, haven’t you?” Y/N nodded giggling and looking up at the gorgeous man’s eyes slightly closed as he helped the brunette in the car.

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When they got home and Kuku helped her out of the car she had taken her shoes off already “owe, the gravel hurts” she whined pouting, her demeanor always getting whiny when she drank- which Esteban actually found adorable- so as soon as those words got out of his lady’s lips she swooped her up in his arms and placed a short, loving kiss on her lips.

“And we wouldn’t want the princess’s feet to get hurt now, would we?” he said quietly to her ear as she shook her head biting her lip gently- she always found it so sexy when Esteban got all caring and protective of her, even if she was a tad drunk she could feel herself getting turned on by this gorgeous man she called her own- He looked at her and chuckled softly when he realised she was staring at him as he walked them in the house “are you trying to memorize every feature of mine love? you’re staring” placing a small kiss on the tip of her nose he placed her down on the couch as she bit her lip “now, stay here while I get you some water and coffee alright?” she nodded in agreement and sat there, the bodycon dress she had worn out scrunching up a bit around her thighs. He took a quick glance down her girlfriend’s body before walking over to the kitchen. 

Y/N sat back on the couch, legs stretched out and crossed in front of her as she watched him move around in the kitchen love and lust mixing in her eyes as she did- did he suddenly get sexier than usual? or is this just the alcohol in her veins and the love in her heart talking?- no matter what it was, she knew one thing, she loved that tall skinny man with every inch of her body. When he felt his girlfriend’s eyes glued to his back he turned around drinks in hand just as she looked away feeling as if she had gotten caught doing something she shouldn’t be doing. “Where you staring babygirl?” he said in a soft teasing tone, the length of her legs under that short dress that she wore so well not going unnoticed by the man while he handed the coffee over to Y/N.

She bit her lip gently taking the mug “thanks….no…maybe” she blushed and took a sip of the hot, bitter beverage and sight feeling it warm up her insides, or maybe that was just from being cared on like this by Esteban. After the coffee was gone, she drank some water and smiled “already feeling a bit better” she said, still clearly under the influence of the drinks, but a little more put together and definitely feeling a little mischievous she placed a soft kiss on the corner of her boyfriend’s lips and got up, making sure to hold onto his thigh to get up. Esteban looked up at her back as she walked past him, his eyes already darker than before as he kept his eyes glued to her while she made her way up the stairs to their bedroom.

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Y/N smirked, feeling the older guy’s stare glued to her ass as she walked, knowing full well a few things, one, Esteban loved that dress on her- he had even said so as she got ready earlier- two her holding onto his thigh could send him spiraling, and three she was determined to tease the living hell out of that poor man, as she walked into the bedroom they shared, she picked up her favorite shirt from him and walked to the bathroom to get ready for bed, she took the dress and underwear off and put on the shirt, buttoning up just enough buttons to have it close at the right places, as she retouched her lipstick she could hear kuku’s footsteps come into the room and then into bed settling himself to go back to sleep, assuming she wouldn’t be in the mood right now, after all it was, almost 5:30 in the morning, so when he saw her walk out of the bathroom in just his shirt he couldn’t help but smirk as he sat up on the bed. “What are you doing wearing that shirt baby?” he said lowly, not even trying to hide the lust in his voice or his stare.

She made her way to the bed smiling innocently “oh, I can totally take it off if you want…”she said cutely aiming for the buttons as she sat right across his lap, one leg on either side of his body. He quickly stopped her and shook his head, “oh no baby girl, leave that on for me” he said quietly as he leaned in to leave a trail of wet  kisses from her lips down her jaw and making his way to the spot below her ear where he gently nibbed at her skin, eliciting a quiet breathy moan from Y/N’s lips at the same time as his hands ran slowly up her thighs, only to find out she was wearing only his shirt he moved his head back eyebrow quirked “oh, that’s how you wanna play it tonight baby?” he growled quietly holding her waist and in one swift motion leaving her trapped against the mattress holding her body there with his.

Esteban kissed Y/N quickly but full of passion an neediness before moving himself down between his girlfriend’s thighs gently pushing her knees apart as he locked eyes with her slowly kissing and nipping up her inner thighs. Y/N’s hands found their place in his hair, racking her fingers through it encouraging him to move a bit faster, even tho she knew he would take his time, eating her out always being his favorite part. He loved the sounds he could coax from the lady’s mouth just by using his. As he looked up through his lashes at her, he took his tongue to her clit savoring it as if it were the best ice cream on the hottest summer day. “Babe” she moaned whining for more, that simple touch not being even nearly enough to calm her ache for him.

“Hmm?” he hummed not moving away from his task sending a delicious wave of vibrating electricity through Y/N’s body causing it to jerk forward seeking more of his touch which he used to slide one of his long fingers inside of her accompassing it to the rhythm of his tongue still lapping at her sensitive nub. He kept moving, taking his clues and cues from the exquisit moans and whimpers that escaped Y/N’s lips as he picked up his pace sliding a second finger in before curling them to graze that sweet little spot inside her that he knew drove her absolutely insane. 

“Fuck Esteban!” she moaned louder as she could feel the tension building inside her lower stomach with each one of his fingers thrusts trying to move against him in the same way “babe… I’m so…I’m gonna… fuck it feels so good” she muttered out in incoherent phrases as her brain grew foggier with lust. 

Surely, soon enough, Y/N bucked her hips forward moaning and tugging kuku’s hair as she reached her high, Esteban helping her ride it out before slowly pulling away and moving up to kiss her, slow and tender, full of love just as her eyes fluttered closed, prisoner to the mixture of pleasure and sleep. He held the love of his life closer and covered themselves up with the bedsheets, all that mattered to him, was seeing her satisfied, he kissed her head and settled down Y/N already half asleep in her boyfriend’s arms after being loved well into the morning light.

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A/N: I must admit, I am not entirely well after writing this, so I hope you all enjoyed it 😘😉🤭

@madame-fear @cyliarys-starlight @espinasrubi @candycanes19

#esteban kukuriczca fanfic #kuku fic #fluff #smut #esteban kukuriczka smut #esteban kukuriczka x reader #lucia <33 #lsdln cast #lsdln x reader #lsdln smut #fanfiction #creative-heart #+18 or +adult only #+18 content #credits to gif owner

[thebestbooksaround]

okay, first of all, thank you for your service! your recs are amazing

i just wanted to ask if you could rec as many rewrite fics as possible? episode rewrites, season rewrites that kind of thing? and if people could keep adding on itd be great?

theyre my fav genre tbh but they can be so hard to find :(

thank you so much!!

Oh boy, I sure can Anon!

I'm going to assume you mean 9-1-1, if you meant another fandom, let me know and I'll search for those. Some of these are rewrites by proxy? As in all the events happen but some are text fics so you only hear about them. If anyone has some to add, please do!

Without further ado...

We All Fall Down by kristen999 (@thekristen999)

He’d done this before. Inside the well. Trapped forty feet underground instead of in a tin can, rising water the constant threat.

Eddie stared at the radio, knowing this time there’d be someone on the other end to hear him if he needed to say something. If his time his second chances had finally run out.

He wouldn’t die alone. Not really. His team would be there. Just inches away. He could tell them, tell Buck….

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glue by ProsperDemeter

“It’s just…” Connor shrugged. “No offense, man, but… you’re twenty-five. Do you really want to be spending so much time falling for a guy with a kid?”

“I’m not falling for him.”

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A month away from graduating the LAFD Academy, Evan Buckley gets introduced to new recruit Eddie Diaz and things certainly change for both of them after that.

This author is also writing a s2 rewrite!

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Firefighter Buckley's Unauthorized Ride-Along by slipperywordcrimes

Buck spends most of his probationary year with a bun in the oven, and doesn't realize it.

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One Wrong Number by calinaannehart (@calinaannehart)

When Evan Buckley meets a man in a bar and gets his number, he couldn't possibly imagine how one wrong digit could lead him to his fate. Because sometimes wrong numbers are the right numbers.

bro·ken by kristen999 (@thekristen999)

Forced to take shady side jobs to pay his bills, Evan Buckley doesn’t think he’s ever seen such rock bottom. Until he meets Eddie Diaz, a man even more desperate and alone. Season 3 AU.

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if it weren’t for second chances by alasse (@alasse9)

When Buck doesn’t save Daniel, the Buckleys put him in foster care. Seventeen years later, Bobby meets a tall, lanky kid who can’t stop eating his pancakes at a church breakfast, and he gives him a phone number and an unconditional offer of help.

A story about how Buck finds a chosen family, and with a few twists and turns, eventually gets to the 118, meets Eddie Diaz, and maybe finds himself a second and a third (or, an Evan Nash story).

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Our story's been heartache and wonder by Tails89 (@tails89)

Fuck.

Buck scrubs a hand down his face. He’s got no idea what he’s supposed to do here.

He knows what his parents are like. He has his own childhood to draw from, and Isaac doesn't deserve that. He deserves to grow up surrounded by love, and if nothing else, Buck can give him that.

But Buck is also a twenty-six year old probationary firefighter, living in his girlfriend’s apartment while she travels the world. He’s not exactly in a position to look after a kid.

“Okay.” It comes out in a rush of air. “I’m gonna come get you."

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no one quite like you by hammersmiths (@henswilsons)

Hen has added +1 213 555 to Firehouse 118

Hen: This is Eddie!

Eddie: Hey everyone :)

Buck: Why would she add him to our private groupchat

Chimney: I’m literally sitting right next to you

or, Buck and Eddie’s progression through texts.

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Tighten Up by ok_thanks

It’s probably considered getting off on the wrong foot when you have sex with your coworker before they start their new job, right?

Buck would think it’s probably not a good thing, and definitely something that shouldn’t be repeated. Especially when he becomes best friends with them. That’d be particularly stupid.

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Close My Eyes and Stumble (Right Into Your Love) by HMSLusitania (@hmslusitania)

Eddie's PTSD is just that little bit worse and when he moves to Los Angeles, instead of joining the LAFD, he joins dispatch.

Which is all good and fine, except for this one firefighter he keeps ending up talking to.

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we were born with nothing by chromatophorica (@chromatophorica)

Until the 118, Evan had never had a family.

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Evan saves Daniel when he's a baby; he still manages to find his way to the 118, forging a family there despite being given up by his biological parents.

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I Didn't Know I Was Lonely 'Til I Saw Your Face by HMSLusitania (@hmslusitania)

After the ladder truck and the blood clot and the tsunami, Bobby makes Buck go to therapy before he does something stupid(like sue the city). Buck's not totally comfortable being alone with a therapist, but fortunately he makes a friend and ally who's willing to help him out - Eddie Diaz from the 136 who's just been caught in an illegal fight club.

OR

Total strangers Buck and Eddie go to couple's therapy together to get out of the therapy requirements their captains have placed on them.

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i want your midnights by allyasavedtheday (@littlespoonevan)

Eddie grins. “Yeah I get that. So can I ask why you applied for the room? No offence but you’re not exactly the kind of candidate I expected.”

Buck laughs, ducking his head. That’s probably true.

“I, uh, I’ve been staying at my girlfriend’s place while she’s travelling but um, my sister moved to LA recently and sort of made the point that I could be overstaying my welcome? Or, well- actually she tried to tell me my girlfriend’s cheating on me and I need to get over it and move out of her place.” Buck shakes his head, eyes widening at what he just implied. “She’s not! Cheating, I mean. She’s just- trying to find herself after losing her mom. She just needs a little space, y’know?”

At least, that’s the excuse Buck’s giving Abby for why she hasn’t called him in over two weeks.

Eddie nods with a vague sort of expression on his face like he hadn’t expected him to overshare that much. Which, oops.

In which Eddie decides to rent out his spare room to help with mortgage repayments right around the time Buck decides to move out of Abby's place after some not so gentle prodding from Maddie. It's a coincidence. Or serendipity. Or maybe just really good timing.

*and of course we can't forget:

Those Two Firefighters by DarkFairytale

#thosetwofirefighters starts to gather a following on social media, as everyone tries to figure out if those two cute firefighters from the 118 in LA are a thing or not.

#tb2a answers #fics i love #buddiefanfiction #buddie fic

[aikoiya]

To all my creatively inclined brothers & sisters in Christ Almighty.

I pray that God sends Gabriel & Jophiel to lend you aid when you're stuck.

Gabriel is known to work with writers & artists, while Jophiel is an archangel of creativity & beauty who supports artists & artistic projects.

Heaven knows it can be tough to work through blocks alone.

@sunset-peril, @skyloftian-nutcase, @alasse-earfalas

And those who don't follow Him or have yet to decide, may you be blessed all-the-same!

Blessed be all you who bare the gift of creativity. May you never be alone in your pursuits.

Aikoiya's Writing Tips Masterlist

#blessings #archangel gabriel #archangel jophiel

[visiting-naturalist]

Dear Naturalist and Intern,

I have stumbled upon this blog most unexpectedly. I am excited by the prospect of getting involved, however, I have not been here for very long. Would it be helpful to your efforts if I were to write out the story of how I arrived here? It might take me a while and I probably won't use the correct terms for anything (if there even are official terms coined for certain events), but I would like to contribute at least something to your research.

Best of luck in your endeavors,

Alassë

Dear @alasse-earfalas,

Such an offer is much appreciated, and would absolutely be helpful in my efforts to compile a Guidebook to Tumblr. As a representative of more recent migrations, versus the ancient ones which established many of my followers' residences, your perspective is highly valued.

In my research during my first few weeks here, I have been trying to examine the process that ends with a newly-arrived user becoming established into a community. In avoiding the pitfalls of the unfamiliar environment, and resisting the unfortunate chain of events that ends with a blog becoming an abandoned ruin, what exactly occurs?

It seems that the theme of personalization is a strong one which keeps coming up over and over. My working theory is that the easier one can represent a myriad of affinities through symbiotic association with Tumblr's varied ecosystems, the more likely they are to establish themselves permanently.

Thus a unique personality not only emerges but is encouraged and stabilized by the opportunity to have fun showcasing said personality while putting together one's blog.

Elsewhere a personality might have been stifled or sublimated. But here it faces a positive pressure to emerge and to speak loudly:

Does this theory resonate at all with your own experience, @alasse-earfalas? I would be honored to hear your story in any case.

Yours most sincerely,

The Naturalist

#correspondence #visiting naturalist

[wings-of-flying]

OH MY GOD i just remembered i was gonna write a short queen/alasse fic thingie!! also we need a ship name. uhh. queen links to crown. crown is metal which links to blacksmith (and therefore alasse). but also queen is music which links to instrument which can sometimes be metal... i'm getting nowhere

#albatross rambles #jrwi queen #jrwi alasse

[theflowergirl]

get to know me ask game

tagged by my fish friend @fleet-off ❤

RULES: bold the ones that are true & tag 10 people to do it.

APPEARANCE

blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings (my ears are pierced thrice) // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES & TALENTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // ✨I have a crush✨// I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell (the shells I have collected were too small for that) // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors (this is half my personality at this point) // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial (I'm checking this but what does this mean when you're not American? most people in my country are in some capacity, but yes, I do believe I am.) // I am a redhead (I was once! live your dreams!) // I own at least 3 dogs

no-pressure tagging @luny0 @alasse-irena @spacesweepers @phoenixtawnyflower @syolen @scifikimmi @tofucasserole @kdramaxoxo

#about me #tagged meme

[luxmaeastra]

Lumas shrugged.

"You didn't much of the Eladarin Rhysand. They were far more arrogant than the fae."

His eyes glazed over in thought before he shook his head.

"Though I was told that they used to bathe in waters of rejuvenation. Not sure how true that was. When my people came to this land we saw no such waters."

//Alasse snarled in my head//

Rhysand listened to his grandfather go on another of his little tales, recounting another old story of the past that sometimes he wondered the relevance of.

He knew the term doomed to repeat the past, so he didn't completely write off what was being said, but there were moments he questioned his grandfather's sanity.

"Then maybe they were gone by the time your people arrived."

#Muse | Rhysand

[alasse-earfalas]

[brought to you by Aerosmith]

Summary:

What else was Wild supposed to do? It was Bozai all over again! (In which Wild's Vai disguise works a little too well.)

Goodness gracious this was fun to write! 🤣 The entire Chain (aside from Wild, obviously, and Twilight, who knows) are utterly oblivious and stupid here.

Enjoy! 😂

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu #lu chain #lu the chain #lu wild #lu twilight #lu fanfiction #alasse writes #fanfic #fanfiction

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Music ask game: Fi's Farewell [https://youtu.be/lLkv4hJEcE0] & Fi's Gratitude [https://youtu.be/WJWl6HtQgT8].

Legend claimed that the legendary sword had a spirit inside of it. There were stories that said only the person who possessed the Soul of the Hero could hear the spirit's voice, stories that claimed the spirit was a guide.

No one knew if the legends were true, of course. There hadn't been a hero in millennia. But now that the threat of the Calamity was ever growing, now that a new Hero had been pronounced, the stories circulated far more than they used to.

Does he hear the voice? The people wondered. Even the princess herself had asked such a question.

Most thought the stories were simply that. There was no way a sword had a soul, after all.

But in the middle of the night, after an enormous festival celebrating the coming of hope, the coming of two figures of myth who could help save Hyrule from destruction, the sword lay innocently in the knights' barracks. In the middle of the night, as the Hero slept fitfully, a faint glow emitted from the blade, and it hummed gently.

In the middle of the night, Fi sang once more, calling to her heroes, able to reach out into the world around her for the briefest of moments. In the middle of the night, the princess' Champion turned towards the blade in his sleep, soothed from a nightmare, and the skyfallen knight in the castle perked up briefly, swearing he heard a familiar call.

#you ask skye answers #lovely alasse earfalas #breath of the sky #music ask game #writing #skyward sword link #breath of the wild link #ss link #botw link #fi #legend of zelda

[eirenical]

@alasse-irena replied to your post “icantgetanythingdone: I like to think that if Jin Zixuan didn’t die...”

I'm just here responding to your tags but like AU where somehow through the power of the combined optimism and belief in the good of people jyl and lxc are able to change jgy's path before everything goes to shit

*coughs*  I, uh... may effectively be writing that fic, already.  XD

It’s part of a broader AU, and will be more of a focus in the second fic in the series, but this is Very Much an element of what I am writing.  ;D

#alasse irena #conversations through replies #chief cultivator!jiang yanli #IS a hill i will die on #and i am ALL for redemption arcs #especially in this case when jgy's sneaky murder tendencies can be turned towards a good purpose instead #^_____________^ #the untamed #eirenical writes things #notes: legacies found

[sarahsartistportfolio]

🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊!

I’ll write about my DnD character Alasse! I’ll write out the little facts or tidbits I want in her backstory.

Alasse has a loving father and is one of nine sisters.

She is the 4th oldest.

Her mother mysteriously left her family when she was younger.

Alasse spent her whole life raised on an island(islands?) where the main occupiers are other elves. Thus she grew up very sheltered. The only other species she would have seen are passing travelers/merchants.

Because she was raised all around elves whenever she speaks different languages she has a heavy elven accent.

She likes to pick fresh flowers and makes flower crowns. She can always be seen wearing one.

On her home island her family is well off and of aristocrat status. I like the idea of her father owning mines all over the islands and this being the reason why she’s decorated in so many jewels.

Her high upbringing can also be played into her cluelessness of the outside world.

Her thick elaborate winter cape was a gift from one of her sisters. When they heard she was leaving the island to go adventuring they thought “oh dear I’ve heard it gets chilly out there here take this $1000 coat” lol

Due to her family’s wealth she had a great education growing up. She loved learning about magic and other creatures of the world. She always took interest when a halfing or dwarf visited the island.

Her family’s name and status only really extend to the island. Since the elves on the island are so reclusive the “Telemmaite” name might only be familiar with other high elves. 

The marks around her eyes are make up not tattoos.

She left her island because 1. she became an adult. 2. wanted to find her mother. and 3. maybe visit her older sisters who also left home.

#Anon #my ocs #My writing #Alasse Telemmaite #thanks! I want to do this again!

[administratumadept]

Ashen Days

Silence. It screams louder than death, in this pale chamber. It roars and hums in her ears, as she slows her heart rate and measures her breathing. Silence is the last distraction, and she focuses her mind in the way she learnt so long ago, listening to the sound of her own body until the thundering of her blood dies away and the chamber’s quiet descends on her like a veil. She sits, cross legged, hands clasped in her lap, in front of the warshrine. Its wraithbone glows and pulses in the slow, ancient rhythm of the craftworld itself. The time is almost upon her to attend the host and go, once again, into the crucible of destruction. But for now, she sits, eyes closed, and feels herself blend into the shrine’s spirit stones. For thousands of years, Autarchs of Iyanden have come to this chamber, or one of the many like it dotted throughout the vast spacecraft, and meditated in the days before going to war. Her predecessors’ spirits flow within its walls, and they fill her with wisdom and power.

Perhaps a moment passes. Perhaps hours, or maybe days - it does not matter. Now, it is time. She can feel it, a rising song from deep within the craftworld, a drumming of the pulse, a rumbling chant in the back of the mind. Blood runs. She stands, a single smooth action, and retrieves her helm from the shrine. She tucks it under her arm, its deep blue rippling and shimmering like sun on the ocean.

Anger rises.

“Thank you,” she whispers, although even that is almost sacrilegiously loud in this ancient place, “my beloved ones.”

Death wakes.

The statue of Morai-Heg said nothing, as it always did.

War calls.

Vaeri Alasse, Autarch of Iyanden, commander of the war-host Ninety-Ninth Sword of Vaul, left the chamber with tears in her eyes, as she always did.

#original fiction #original writing #40k #eldar #aeldari #iyanden #vaeri alasse #warhammer 40000

[aikoiya]

when you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite mutuals! (If you have less than 10... I dunno do what you want haha)

Hmm...

I like my analytical abilities, creativity, my hair color, how I've managed to cut down on lies until the only ones I really seem to tell are accidental ones, &... my capabilities in descriptive writing.

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