#tartle tag

[kindestegg]

real story that happened after me n samsa went out for ice cream while wasted off our minds

#commander's orders #art #tartle tag #drinking mention

[hejihra]

Tag 10 people you would like to get to know better.

I was tagged by @emiliosandozsequence 💕

Relationship status: Single

Favorite Color: either emerald green or royal blue.

3 Favorite foods: burrito, fried rice, soup.

Last song I listened to: Sweet Jane by The Cowboy junkies.

Song stuck in head: God's whisper by Raury

Last thing(s) I googled: Scottish word for forgetting someone's name( it's tartle btw).

Dream trip: Probably Iceland or New Zealand.

Anything I want: I want a farm. I want a good piece of land, with some animals. Y'know that one house in Ozark? I want that.

@melusinadja - @quinnmagdalene - @unmarrow - @candywentmissing - @themisery

#tagged #there's no pressure to do this #ignore the fact I didn't tag 10 people

[dopeyoakeynut]

I posted 182 times in 2022

That's 174 more posts than 2021!

68 posts created (37%)

114 posts reblogged (63%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@sockscosyquarters

@shaingles

@fizzyfrogs

@winterzver

@jitterzart

I tagged 108 of my posts in 2022

Only 41% of my posts had no tags

#tartle - 40 posts

#my ocs - 40 posts

#dalies - 30 posts

#other's ocs - 17 posts

#my sona - 16 posts

#finished piece - 12 posts

#my art - 11 posts

#elder gods - 11 posts

#oakley - 9 posts

#fursona - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 112 characters

#eometimes fanfic writers will just causally say shit that makes me absolutely feral and i have to cope with that

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

More than a little reckless, Alton doesn't fear consequences when they have nothing left to lose.

A Human!Alto design I made bc these boys girls and pals will not leave me and my brain alone. They will take up all the space in whatever way they can get away with.

5 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

#4

I made a bunch of Ball-jointed doll ocs ages ago and then promptly never did anything with them for years. They just sat in my phone notes, gathering dust. 

But recently I dusted them off and drew one of them, Dopo! 

Much more reserved than most of the other in Attalier’s collection, Dopo has the one braincell (Beside’s Atta’s) that’s holding the entire operation together. 

5 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

#3

A very special hellhound boy, doing a little jumpy jump

5 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

#2

Eden's Lament

It beheld God and truly understood what man's sin had lost them.

6 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Been in a bit of an art funk lately, but luckily inspiration struck and I knocked this one out last night! 

Stultus, you grouchy old man, so fluffy so silky

6 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

[overnighttosunflowers]

@eelqueen tagged me in a 3 random facts game and that seemed fun so here we are. Haven’t done one of these in ages. Brings you right back to Facebook notes, no? Just me?

1. The past year or so I have been leaning into crafts audacity, by which I mean starting projects that I have zero skillset for with the assumption that I’ll figure it out. So far I have: refinished two bookshelves (stain and polyurethane), refinished a mirror (paint), learned basic leatherwork to create an item for a cosplay, used my mom’s sewing machine without breaking it, tried adding felt and knitted stuff to my embroidery, and pissed off my neighbors with an orbital sander. Sorry folks.

2. I play a bunch of instruments—alto sax for marching band, oboe for symphonic band, and back in the day also violin, which in recent years I’ve tried to dust off as fiddle. I’ve been playing sax regularly but have just gotten back onto oboe for the first time in about seven years and folks: it’s fucking hard! Can’t hold an embouchure! We’ll get there.

3. Oh gosh I don’t know. I’ve successfully hooked my sister onto just about every piece of media I’ve gotten into for the past two decades? Get you a sister who will watch a thousand hours of strangers playing D&D purely because you said it was good, I love her so much. We’ve played one one-shot together and her character is a tortle druid named Tartle. She lives 1,800 miles from me and it’s stupid.

Tags if anyone is sufficiently bored to do this, but zero pressure! @thunderburning @the-z-part @tatermytots @blorbotomy @avalencias and you, if you’re reading this

#ask games #or I guess #tag games #I don’t even remember what my personal shit tag was uhhh #me #or maybe #mine

[reginrokkr]

✩ @kyouminaine​ is indulging me into writing shippy wished upon a star: Ace/Kurasame - Tartle (hesitation in recognizing a person or thing) // @hollyclovers​​ tagging you too because yes :3

Laboured pants emerge in visible puffs, thin trails of sweat making the blond’s pale skin glisten under the moonlight as he struggles to rouse onto his feet only to fail miserably. It was another night of arduous close-combat training that the commanding officer offered to assist with after spotting Class Zero’s wild card for the first time weeks ago that soon turned into a daily habit. A nasty twist of his ankle coupled to accumulated muscle fever impeded Ace stand up without Kurasame’s bodily help. He has been pushing himself beyond the limits of his body and own growth, he could tell despite the lingering silence on the matter. Nevertheless, it was on him as his instructor to give him a piece of reality he should always keep in mind for future circumstances.

❝This is what can bring you if you insist to push yourself to be a better swordsman in a short time.❞ His words were cutting and cold like midnight in winter as he removed the mask that concealed half of his face, much to the cadet’s surprise. These nights they spent together were punctuated with rare moments in which the lines between cadet and commander were blurred and glimpses of themselves as individuals could be seen, but this was a first, Ace noted. ❝You always hide your features behind that mask. To conceal your scars, I assume.❞ He finally dares to speak, careful in his assumptions to not cross a line he shouldn’t despite the blooming concern for what could’ve occurred. ❝Why...? Why show me something that’s potentially tied to memories of the past?❞

❝Isn’t it obvious, cadet?❞ Emerald eyes squint in response, weary and prepared for whatever snark remark the blond might come up with facing the impossibility to understand why these scars still mark his face even when he had the choice to be completely healed, should he decide to explain him so. ❝This is nothing but a visual example of what can happen to you if you aren’t careful enough.❞ Naturally, he chose not to— disregarding the importance they have to him. ❝What could these scars signify to you? That is all they are: scars.❞ Ah, but he knows exactly the reason why they mark his skin even to this day thanks to the letter an old friend that is no more left behind his death. A much needed glimpse of a truth never known by anyone else.

Perceptive in nature, Ace could tell by the indigo haired’s words alone that these scars must belong to a past tainted with death. His free hand reaches out to hover closely over his face, mindful to not invade his personal comfort until he noticed the lack of reticence for what followed to happen. Cyan irises shift from verdant ones to the scars as he finally touches them delicately, barely grazing them with the pads of his fingers for fear of hurting him even when logic tells him he wouldn’t. ❝These scars are proof that something happened.❞ Unable to tell what could’ve touched his heart to act this way, he pushes that fact on the back of his mind as his eyes soften subtly. ❝No matter if you remember the story behind them or not... they aren’t just scars. They are survival and memories incarnate— right here.❞ His digits stop on a particular scar before focusing his eyes back onto Kurasame’s, roseate lips curling in a soft smile that took the man off guard.

Something has changed. He could tell by the way something warm blossoms within him to the phantom memory of a sentiment long left behind which he wouldn’t consider to be possible, should he give it thought enough. All weariness in his emerald eyes fade as he feels a certain tension weighing on his shoulders. What is this feeling? A flash of images of a younger self confessing innocent sentiments of love to a girl he was meant to protect unsettles him. It burns, albeit it’s far from uncomfortable as he gives in all logic momentarily and allows himself to be driven by whatever lit a flame within him to press his lips against Ace’s.

His heart skips a beat or two the moment Kurasame kisses him, leaving him paralyzed in utter shock and confusion. Within the lack of expertise in these affairs, Ace recognizes this as a sign of love that little does to assuage his bewildered mind. No... this must be something else, for what love could he harbor for him when all this time they have been nothing more than cadet-commander? ❝C-commander...?❞ He manages to mutter when they part, completely at a loss for the first time in his presence. And yet, he couldn’t deny not liking the tenderness of such a soft touch and the residual warmth still present on his lips even when they’re no more atop his or the emptiness that followed after that he could not describe.

❝My... what have I done.❞ As if Ace’s confused voice drew him away from the trance he was in, the first thing his mind could do is chastize himself for his irresponsibility. His composure as a commander was completely shattered, with no way to explain what just transpired between them if only because not only he could tell besides averting his eyes from the azure ones and heaving a sigh. ❝I beg your pardon. I wasn’t thinking straight.❞ Within his confusion, the blond was able to tell that this was a moment of weakness, of vulnerability that couldn’t be helped. What else could he think of this when he could discern that this isn’t like him? His own gaze falls momentarily in silent consideration, deciding that he doesn’t want to make things more complicated than they already are before shaking his head gently. ❝It is late, and we’re both tired.❞ He brushes the subject off as if it never happened, disregarding the growing emptiness he feels inside out of kindness— if only to not see Kurasame any more devastated than he does now. ❝Let us call it a night.❞

The following weeks after the incident were uneventful, finding that everything was going as per usual despite their not mandatory and recurrent nocturne training sessions. Kurasame found peace in knowing that Ace never talked about that event with any of his classmates —or else, he was aware that they would immediately let him know be it verbally or through a shift of behavior— and he was pleasantly surprised to watch him pretend that nothing happened and kept his professionalism as an elite cadet— as expected of him. It allowed him to give thought to his irresponsible actions that night that he couldn’t remedy, for there was a change in him he sought to understand alongside the phantom sentience on his lips every time he thinks about it. Part of him couldn’t avoid wondering what that incident must’ve provoked in Ace, as he hardly shows any kind of sentimentalism or a fraction of his intimate beliefs now that he can compare, regardless.

As the opposing side of the coin, that moment of tenderness marked Ace in ways he couldn’t understand no matter how hard he tried. The emptiness grew and he wasn’t capable to comprehend the reason why he wanted to chase once more the warmth that awakened something within him. It terrified him and the fear of not understanding only grew worse when he found himself alone in this, with no one to turn to and speak about this even though Kurasame never told him anything on the matter. Although he did his best to keep his composure and not show himself affected in any shape or form even in his presence, the breach between his cadet persona he built under the belief that’s what everyone wants him for and himself became wider, making it hard to keep the latter muted and repressed as he did all his life— originating from the fact that that’s what Mother wanted of him lest he was in for another discipline session for his allegedly misbehavior.

Everything would remain in silence until one night would be broken during their stop towards Concordia as envoys. Now that several weeks have passed and he was able to come to terms with what happened, the once Heavenly King could see the incident with different eyes and a much cooler mind. Albeit not any less sincere the last time, he felt the necessity to apologize once more— perhaps to explain why he lost the composure if needed. ❝I’m sorry for what happened back then, truly.❞ He notices Ace flinching at his words out of the corner of his eye, unsure of whether it is for breaking the silence abruptly or the reminder of that event. ❝I have no excuses for my behavior.❞

❝You don’t have to.❞ The blond is quick to shoot back, causing Kurasame to arch a brow curiously as he turns to look at him. He looks so small in comparison to the usually self-confident cadet he always seemed, all hunched over as he is. ❝It was a moment of weakness that should have never happened. I understand.❞ That’s right. That’s what logic dictates to say, devoid of any useless and unneeded sentimentality. Ace knows it was the right thing to say and yet... why do his own words sting so much?

Ace never fails to let him down with the maturity he displays, so distant from what’s expected of his age. It never did and he wouldn’t be surprised weren’t for the fact that there is something amiss in this. In the nights they spent together training, he learned that the blond is straightforward and sincere in his words, always making visual contact which is currently nonexistent. Right now, he almost sounds more dutiful and impersonal than what he has been by being so cold and correct with his word choice. Not that it mattered to Kurasame. Alas, his concern lied somewhere else. ❝Something is bothering you.❞ Far from feeling confident in what he knows about Ace, it was his choice to make a leap of faith to ensure that it’s just a figment of his imagination and nothing more. Fortunately for him, the small jump and Ace’s wide eyes on him proved him right. ❝You have permission to be honest. I wish nothing more than to know that the incident is closed and there’s nothing weighing us in the past for what happened.❞

The surprise written on the blond’s face is unmistakable, even more so when Kurasame’s words left him speechless like that. All this time, Ace believed that what was best was to feign that this never happened in the first place— that it might give some peace of mind to the commander to know that he has no interest in making him feel bad for what happened. Oh, how wrong he was. Now, he’s lost to what to say— to how much he should disclose and how much more to keep for himself even though the man is seeking his honesty. An honesty he knows he has byproduct of all those nights spent together. 

Deep in thought, Ace averts his gaze, fair brows knitting in a frown in hesitation before heaving a shaky sigh. ❝I’m... scared.❞ He ventures to say after a few minutes to recollect his thoughts, unable to look at his commander in the eye. ❝The tenderness of the touch, the warmth... I could never stop thinking about the way that kiss made me feel.❞ His hand reaches out to grasp onto the outer jacket, right over the spot of his heart. ❝But... the emptiness I felt grew only bigger the more I did and the bigger the longing for more became.❞ Another trembling sigh follows, this time in a futile attempt to distract himself from the burning sensation of his eyes as tears bloom before directing his gaze to Kurasame. ❝I— I don’t know what’s wrong with me. You’re my commander, so of course I could never ask you anything like that. It’s wrong, and still...❞ His gaze lowers once more as he bits his lower lip, trying his best to not look so pathetically vulnerable as he feels. ❝I don’t get it... am I getting nuts? Why is it that I cannot erase this longing for that tenderness?❞

Pushing away his bewilderment to learn how much the blond has been enduring all this time in silence, Kurasame listened without interruptions. This new side of him is such a stark contrast with the unmovable and fine cadet he was ever since he first listened him answer his call through the COMM during the Liberation Campaign. So frail and sensitive— for the first time, he could see that he’s just an individual who little knows about life and just about war. He was never given a chance to enjoy his life like he did when he was younger, and it pained him to see Ace crumble like this.

Kurasame extends his hand to wipe away the trail of tears of his face, unwilling to extend any further Ace’s suffering for what could be given an explanation. Hopefully, that will help him assuage the pain with a better understanding of what he described he feels. The soft and sudden touch makes him shoot his gaze upwards immediately, nothing but shock and confusion written in them as tears keep flowing down his cheeks meeting Kurasame’s unusual softened own. ❝What you are experimenting isn’t abnormal in the slightest. It’s only human to seek tenderness and being treated gently.❞ His thumb rubs gently under his eye whilst the other hand reaches up to remove his mask and heave a sigh to ease his own nerves. ❝Even I am not exempt to this.❞

❝Commander...❞ Taking a moment to process what he just said, Ace closes his eyes as a sigh abandons his lips. The prospect of whatever he’s feeling being normal eases his mind, however, it doesn’t change the fact that he feels so inappropriate and horrible for seeking this kind of attention from him— for feeling so invigorated just by feeling his gloved hand cupping his face and wiping away his tears. It takes him a few extra seconds, nevertheless, to realize the implications of the last thing he said to rise his gaze anew abruptly to look at him in a silent urge to let him continue. An action that almost elicited a good-humored chuckle from the commander. ❝Your understanding without prejudices when we talked about the scars of my lower face disarmed me.❞ He clarifies, looking at him with unusually soft, fond eyes for the first time. ❝It reminded me of what I wished my first great love would have and how the lack thereof was the relationship’s doom.❞

He remembers what he said. From the coldness and perhaps harshness of his voice to the way he looked so guarded when they talked about memories that made him wonder if he really meant it or he was just trying to conceal his true thoughts— a shared trait they both have were it true. ❝My apologies.❞ Ace finally musters what little composure he has left to say for the first time, finally aware that he was partly at a fault for that incident. ❝I contributed to this mistake to happen. You shouldn’t feel responsible for this alone.❞

Even in a moment like this, he manages to sound so professional. The prospect makes Kurasame smile subtly at the sight as he removes his hand. ❝It was a mistake, yes. However... I may be known as the Ice Reaper, but my heart isn’t stone cold.❞ ❝...Huh?❞ Despite his lack of understanding, the blond isn’t ignorant to how quickly his heart is pounding within his chest as he cants his head to the side in wait for further clarification— a trait that the commander found amusing in contrast to how easily he understands everything. He understands so little of feelings... but he can learn.

❝Just like you, I found pleasure in what little that kiss lasted. I cannot deny that it occupied my mind these weeks.❞ A pallid pink dusts Ace’s cheeks, slight timidness and embarrassment washing over him as he averts his gaze. Now, he thinks he’s starting to understand. He liked the kiss and Kurasame liked the kiss back. Could it be that he’s insinuating that—? ❝Wouldn’t you...?❞ Out of nervousness, he swallows thickly before directing his gaze towards him. Sincere as he always showed himself to him in the short moments they allowed themselves to be true to who they are, beyond the boundaries that limit them as cadet and commander. ❝Wouldn’t you prefer to seek it from someone who has a better understanding about all of this? I don’t... I don’t even know what love is.❞ He mutters the last words under his breath in a clear sign of defeat as he lowers his gaze.

❝Certainly, there might be better options for someone like me. Still...❞ The following brief moment of pause confuses the blond, ever expecting for further explanation as curiosity gets the best of him to rise his gaze in time to feel the Ice Reaper’s ungloved hand rise his chin gently. ❝Love doesn’t work that way and I had the surprising luck to find what I always needed in you.❞ His lips curl in a genuine smile that reaches his eyes, thumb grazing over the skin of his chin. ❝You can learn, so long as you acquiesce to this too.❞

How can feelings change so easily? Not long ago, before all of this happened, Ace saw from Kurasame a protector figure— someone to feel safe with, to confide in despite what little he disclosed of himself under his belief. All this time, he was terrified by these changes. The how and the why he could never put name to or even remotely understand until Kurasame enlightened him and gave shape to the unnameable. Even when he didn’t have any reason to, he pulled him back to safety, to understand him and make him understand. And the most unforeseeable of all, he’s fine with it. ❝I want to know more about you.❞ He says shyly, the corners of his lips lifting in a smile as well. ❝Not the commanding officer, but you as Kurasame. The good and the bad, everything. You gave me a place where I belong and made me feel human.❞ Once more, tears well on the corner of his eyes as his smile grows wider whilst the indigo haired closes the distance between them slowly, letting him say everything he has to say before doing anything.

❝So I...❞ ❝You don’t have to say anything else.❞ He cuts him gently, realizing how hard it must be to him to put his feelings into words as he caresses his lower lip with the thumb. ❝I heard you loud and clear.❞ Those are the last words before the space between them is closed in a gentle kiss much sought by both.

#kyouminaine #✧･ﾟ*⋆ Let your prayers be heard; the merciful always listens. ┊Ask.┊ #◟༺✩༻◞ Tome V: Downfall of the constellations’ nemeses. ┊Sky of despair.┊ #◟༺✩༻◞ Crystallize your sorrow into everlasting frost to reach the promise of light.┊Ace × Kurasame┊ #◟༺✩༻◞ Let your prayers be heard; never cease believing in a miracle. ┊Ask.┊

[frogathy]

i brought foxes to my house and bred them, then let the original two go because they weren’t tamed. now i’m having the time of my life. i am going to have at least 100 foxes and nobody can stop me

so far their names are stinky boy, nasty boy, poncho, toaster oven, nintendo wii, and cop blop tartl barp 22. yes i cheated name tags😤😤😤😤

suggest names if you want to :):)

#minecraft #minecraft memes #minecraft fox #foxes #video games #xbox #xbox 1 #console #uhhhhhh yip #no one can stop me #special

[aureateaugust-blog]

Aureate August 2019

Right, so if you were around for last year’s Aureate August, you know the game plan, but if you’re new, you probably would appreciate a quick rundown.

So, main thing is this is a no pressure event. If you don’t have the spoons, don’t push yourself. We want you to have fun. If you write every day, great. If you write one story all month, fantastic. If you spend the month reading what others write, even better! (Authors love comments, just fyi.)

So the basics are: a story a day for the entire month of August using any of the words on the prompt list. Any fandom, any pairing, or lack thereof.

Your choice to include the exact word in the writing or just the general sentiment.

When you post the fic use the tag AureateAugust2018 here on Tumblr so everyone can find it and see how awesome you are.

If you post on AO3 feel free to tag in the collection Aureate August 2018 there too.

Word list plus definitions can be found under the cut:

Word List

Ailurophile - n. a cat lover

Alexithymia - n. the inability to recognize or describe one's own emotions

Astrophile - n. A lover of the stars; a person who is interested in astronomy as an amateur or non-expert

Becoming - adj. (especially of clothing) flattering a person's appearance; n. the process of coming to be something or of passing into a state

Bicker - v. 1. argue about petty and trivial matters. 2. LITERARY (of water) flow or fall with a gentle repetitive noise; patter.

Cadence - n. 1. a modulation or inflection of the voice. 2. a sequence of notes or chords comprising the close of a musical phrase.

Condolences - an expression of sympathy, especially on the occasion of a death

Desolation - n. a state of complete emptiness or destruction; anguished misery or loneliness

Diaphanous - adj. (especially of fabric) light, delicate, and translucent.

Ethereal - adj. extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world

Euphoric - adj. characterized by or feeling intense excitement and happiness

Fearless - adj. without fear; bold or brave; intrepid

Fragmentation - n. 1. The act or process of breaking into fragments. 2. The scattering of the fragments of an exploding bomb or other projectile. 3. Computers The scattering of parts of a file or files throughout a storage device, as when the operating system breaks up the file and fits it into the spaces left vacant by previously deleted files.

Glitch - n. 1. A minor malfunction, mishap, or technical problem 2. A false or spurious electronic signal caused by a brief, unwanted surge of electric power. 3. Astronomy A sudden change in the period of rotation of a neutron star.

Gravitate - 1. to move under the influence of gravitational force. 2. to be strongly attracted: to gravitate toward one another.

Guardian - n. 1. a person who guards, protects, or preserves. 2. a person legally entrusted with the care of another's person or property, as that of a minor or someone legally incapacitated.

Humanity - n. the human race; human beings collectively; humaneness; benevolence

Hypaethral 1. wholly or partly open to the sky; 2. not closed in or surrounded or included; 3. Architecture: having no roof. (Etymology: from Latin hypaethrus, “uncovered”, from Greek hupaithros, from hupo-, “under” + aithros, “clear sky”)

Incandescent - adj. emitting light as a result of being heated; full of strong emotion; passionate

Isolate - v. to set apart from others; to select from among others

Jaded - adj. tired, bored, or lacking enthusiasm, typically after having had too much of something

Juxtaposition - n. the fact of two things being seen or placed close together with contrasting effect

Kerfuffle - n. A to-do or fuss

Killjoy - n. One who spoils the enthusiasm or fun of others.

Labyrinth - n. A complicated irregular network of passages or paths in which it is difficult to find one's way; a maze; an intricate and confusing arrangement

Lassitude - n. a state of physical or mental weariness; lack of energy

Mercurial - adj. Subject to sudden or unpredictable changes of mood or mind

Miraculous - adj. occurring through divine or supernatural intervention, or manifesting such power; highly improbable and extraordinary and bringing very welcome consequences

Nefarious - adj. (typically of an action or activity) wicked or criminal

Nemesis - n. the inescapable agent of someone's or something's downfall; a long-standing rival; an archenemy; a downfall caused by an inescapable agent

Obligation - n. an act or course of action to which a person is morally or legally bound; a duty or commitment; the condition of being morally or legally bound to do something; a debt of gratitude for a service or favor

Oblivion - n. the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening

Prelude - n. an action or event serving as an introduction to something more important; an introductory piece of music, most commonly an orchestral opening to an act of an opera, the first movement of a suite, or a piece preceding a fugue

Preternatural - existing outside of nature; exceeding what is natural or regular, extraordinary; inexplicable by ordinary means; especially psychic

Quack - n. 1. An untrained person who pretends to be a physician and dispenses medical advice and treatment. 2. A charlatan; a mountebank. 3. The characteristic sound uttered by a duck

Quiddity - n. Whatever it is that makes something the type that it is: essence; A trifling point: quibble; an unusual personal opinion or habit: eccentricity

Rubatosis - n. the awareness of your own heartbeat

Ruin - n. the physical destruction or disintegration of something or the state of disintegrating or being destroyed; verb. reduce (a building or place) to a state of decay, collapse, or disintegration; LITERARY - fall headlong or with a crash

Sanctuary - n. a place of refuge or safety; a nature reserve

Scintillate - v. to emit sparks; to emit quick flashes as if throwing off sparks; to throw off as a spark or as sparkling flashes

Tartle - v. To hesitate while introducing someone because you've forgotten their name 

Testament - n. a person's will, especially the part relating to personal property; something that serves as a sign or evidence of a specified fact, event, or quality.

Triumvirate - (in ancient Rome) a group of three men holding power; a group of three people holding power

Ubiquitous - adj. present, appearing, or found everywhere

Unapologetically - adv. in a manner that does not acknowledge or express regret

Valor - n. great courage in the face of danger, especially in battle

Vellichor - the strange wistfulness of used bookstores

Wither - v. (of a plant) become dry and shriveled; cease to flourish; fall into decay or decline

Wondrous - adj. inspiring a feeling of wonder or delight; marvelous; adv. marvelously; wonderfully

Xenagogue - One who conducts strangers; a guide

Xyresic - razor sharp; cutting; keen

Yearn - vb 1. to have an intense desire or longing (for); pine (for) 2. to feel tenderness or affection

Yield - vb 1. to give forth or supply 2. to surrender or relinquish, esp as a result of force, persuasion, etc 3. to give way, submit, or surrender 4. to agree; comply; assent 5. to grant or allow; concede

Zeal - n. Enthusiastic devotion to a cause, ideal, or goal

Zenith - n. 1. The point on the celestial sphere that is directly above the observer; 2. The upper region of the sky; 3. The highest point above the observer's horizon attained by a celestial body; 4. The point of culmination; the peak

#AureateAugust #AureateAugust2019 #writing prompts #words #vocabulary

[alxandergoth]

𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝑔

i was tagged by @candyfloss-sims, @saltki & @sharksimz

thank u for tagging me!! :’)

Rules: Tag 20 followers you’d like to know better

(i tag @lunchsims, @hotheadedsims, @suncitysims, @bearcula, @simbience, @mousysims, @juubeii, @tartling, @literallywhothe, @literalite, @delsolphine, & @woblu. i know it’s not 20 ppl but i’m lazy & sorry if i tagged u & you’ve already done it!)

Nickname: ray

Gender: female

Astrological Sign: libra

Height: 5′7 i think lmao

Sexuality: idk

Hogwarts House: hufflepuff

Favourite Animal: uhhhhhhhhh... all of them? lmao

Number of blankets: 2

Where I am from: melbourne, australia

Dream Trip: honestly don’t have one at the moment, I did my dream trip last year fgjhfdkg gotta dream up a new one

When I created this account: october 2016

Why I created this account: honestly just wanted a place to be able to upload pics of sims i took in cas & then it just evolved into what it is today lmao

#put it under a read more bc yeah fsjkdhfhg #non sims

[gloomfemme]

get to know me better tag

tysm for tagging me @mousysims and @daisydezem 🖤

nickname: babygirl, sister, tons of puns on my name gender: female ♀️ astrological sign: cancer 🦀 height: 5′6" sexuality: bisexual ⚤ hogwarts house: ravenclaw 💙 favourite animal: horses 🐴 number of blankets: as many as possible where i'm from: the american midwest dream trip: a tour of great britain (starting and ending in london) when i created this account: april 2018 why i created this account: i was just looking for maxis match cc and everyone seemed to be having such creative fun so i wanted to join in 😊

i’ll tag @gunthermunch @musicalplumbob @plumpug @twinklepixels @tartling

#gloomfemme #mousysims #daisydezem

[ssaturnsims]

lil tag :))

I was tagged by @zebrafizzy, tysm!!

rules: answer 20 questions and tag 20 people you would like to know better!

name: marissa

zodiac sign: aquarius

height: 5′6″ - 5′7″. it’s terrible

languages spoken: my first language is English but Spanish is my secondary as my mom is from el Salvador :))

nationality: American and not proud

favorite fruit: watermelon! but only when it’s in season

favorite scent: any herb

favorite color: depends on my mood 

favorite animal: baby ocelots 

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: I love them all! but my favorite would definitely be coffee, but I need my caramel macchiato creamer and sugar for it to be amazing

favorite fictional character: jim halpert

dream trip: just a road trip with no set destination <33

when was your blog created: I wanna say late 2017?

a song you have on repeat: I want you back by the Jackson 5. it makes me feel all sorts of things and it’s a classic

favorite candy: I don’t really like candy..

favorite holiday: Christmas! I like the atmosphere

20 others: @pancakepxls @eden-sims @cheapsimmer @blueberrybagelsims @tranquilpyxles @itsastralsims @summerbeesims @aurasimming @mochaly @literalite  @teslasims @naelu @pourcupine @frubynu @caacti @racingllama @sundaesimmer @tartling​ @orangish-y @nxavii​ + @wonderlustsims​ bc she’s being petty

I’m gonna be honest I was way too lazy to check any of your blogs to see if you had already done this, so sorry if you have or don’t like doing tags!

#txt #tag #nonsims #saviourhide

[tartlemelodica]

Tagged by @ladyariaa

Escríbiré esto en español porque, así es más facil para mi.

Name: Inserte aquí uno de los 100 nombres más comunes en México

Nickname: Tartlemelodica, que vendría siendo la suma de Tartle palabra de origen escocés que se refiere a ese momento de titubeo o vacilación que tienes cuando vas a presentar a alguien y no recuerdas su nombre (¿A quién no le ha pasado esto?); y de Melodica porque... me gusta ese intrumento.

Zodiac sign: Cáncer

Height: 154 cm. Lo sé, soy bajita xD

Languages spoken: Español, leo algo de inglés (escribirlo y hablarlo es muy díficil para mi) y se supone que italiano, pero es lo mismo que con el inglés estoy en nivel 1 a penas.

Nationality: Mexicana.

Average hours of sleep: Cuando trabajo unas 6 horas, pero si estoy libre caigo en los brazos de Morfeo y despierto hasta que el cuerpo se canse de descansar....

Favourite fruit: Uvas.

Favourite season: Otoño.

Favourite scent: Estoy entre el olor a libro/comic nuevo y ese olor que despide la tierra cuando llueve.

Favourite color: Púrpura

Favourite animal: Los gatos y periquitos australianos.

Favourite candy: Goma de mascar, aunque creo es porque me ayuda con la ansiedad. Y esos malvavismos cubiertos de chocolate.

Favourite holiday: Día de muertos. Ese día festejamos a nuestros difuntos y como extra la comida es deliciosa.

Favourite fictional character: Sí hago la lista aquí no terminaría nunca. Así que pondré a Avocato de Final Space porque es la última serie que ví; y a Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera, Falcon Graves, Mark Beaks, Gyro Gearloose y a Launchpad McQuack porque son personajes del fandom en el que estoy más activa actualmente.

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: Café y Té cuando necesito algo sano.

Number of blankets: Duermo en una hamaca y casi todo el año hace calor, así que 0 o 1 en invierno (si es que no hace calor, el mundo se esta acabando).

Dream trip: Universal studios.

Last book I read cover to cover: Freaks: la historia del circo Barnum. Sé que muchos tienen un mal concepto de esta persona, pero le dio trabajo a muchas personas con características únicas que de otro modo no hubieran conseguido trabajo en su época. Y además lo leí porque soy fan de la película Freaks (1932) del director Tod Browning y todo lo relacionado con el tema me interesa mucho.

When was your blog created: Marzo 2017, pero hasta ahora le estoy dando uso como se debe o al menos eso creo.

I’m tagging: A @voltarevil y @vinthevinegar @musekicker. Había un par de personas a las que quería etiquetar, pero ya participaron, así que sería todo.

#Respondiendo al tag #my post

[simcophogi]

Uplifting Songs Tag

Rules: Pick a song that lifts your mood. Pick 10 people. Lift them up. Keep it going (no obligation) Share the music, share the love.

I was tagged by @aiwfr , ty!!

The Witching Hour - SkyDrive recently has been one of my favorites!! 

I shall taaaag,  @ayshio @bbysim @krniko @cubersims @harusumee @takemizzu @floraite @squidlish @simbiguous @tartling and as always if I tagged u and you’ve done it/don’t want to, you do you ♥

#my blog has just become music recs and asks #surprise u thot u came for sims #u get music #AND YOU GET MUSIC #uplifting song tag #nonsims

[zombie183]

Innocent or Guilty Tag Game

Tagged by: @saltierthanpearl 

Rules: You can only answer with “Innocent” or “Guilty.”

♠ Asked someone to marry you: Innocent ♠ Kissed one of your friends: (Does on the cheek count? If yes) Guilty ♠ Danced on a table in a bar or tavern: Innocent ♠ Ever told a lie: Guilty ♠ Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have: Innocent ♠ Kissed a picture: Innocent ♠ Slept in until 5 p.m.: Guilty ♠ Fallen asleep at work or school: Guilty ♠ Held a snake: Innocent ♠ Been suspended from school: Innocent ♠ Stolen something: Guilty ♠ Done something you regret: Guilty ♠ Laughed until what you were drinking came out of your nose: Guilty ♠ Caught a snowflake on your tongue: Guilty ♠ Sat on a roof top: Guilty ♠ Sang in the shower: Guilty ♠ Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on: Innocent ♠ Slept naked: Innocent ♠ Made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry: Innocent ♠ Been in a band: Innocent ♠ Shot a gun: Innocent ♠ Donated blood: Innocent ♠ Eaten alligator meat: Innocent ♠ Eaten cheesecake: Guilty ♠ Still loved someone you shouldn’t: Guilty ♠ Have/had a tattoo: Innocent ♠ Been too honest: Guilty ♠ Ruined a surprise: Guilty ♠ Ate in a restaurant and got so bloated you couldn’t walk afterwards: Innocent ♠ Erased someone in your friend’s list: Guilty ♠ Joined a beauty pageant: Innocent (What’s that?) ♠ Been told you’re beautiful by someone who meant it: Innocent (I think, some guy told me that once but it was creepy) ♠ Still communicate with your ex: Innocent  ♠ Cheated on someone: Innocent ♠ Got totally drunk the night before an important exam: Innocent ♠ Been treated by a total stranger by paying your fare: Innocent ♠ Got so angry that you cried: Guilty (a lot) ♠ Tried to stay away from someone for their own good: Innocent ♠ Actually murdered someone: Innocent (*cough* You know to much *cough*) ♠ Thought about mass murder: Innocent (Wtf? xD) ♠ Actually committed a mass murder: Innocent (Jesus) ♠ Rode in a stranger’s vehicle: Innocent ♠ Stalked someone: Innocent ♠ Had a girlfriend: Innocent ♠ Had a boyfriend: Innocent (I think? It’s complicated) ♠ Were totally drunk during a holiday: Innocent

I tag @nacrepearl @candygarnet @tartle-turtle @panzerfavst I know but I don’t got someone else xD

#myposts #text

[cheeseyturtle]

Transparent because the day I draw a background is the day I die.

I had plans to do all sorts of stuff this Inktober, but ever since Day one i’ve hit a huge fucking art block where nothing turned out right. So I decided to stop forcing it and drew the whatever  and came up with this kitteh. 

I at least made it black

#black cat #just some reasons why im not doing inktober under the cut #im really disappointed in myself #but honestly it just. #wasnt #working #but im still panning on drawing more digitally #im boutta passs of mumtars #time for the meaningless filler tags #tartle #my art #cat #blue cat #turtle talks

[pogglings]

Tagged by @yoon-jeonghoe​ thanks girl!!! <3

Name/Nickname: poggy, pegs, tartle, poggles...

Height: 161 cm

Hogwarts house: Gryffindor

Last thing I googled: oncologist

Fictional character you’d like as a sibling: ?? Never really thought about this... Ui Hirasawa or Ritsu Tanaka from K-ON! I think Nozomi Tojo would be a cool big sis too

Number of Blankets: 1

Favorite bands/artists: For k-pop Monstateen r my ults :3c I listen to a lot of stuff though and there’s some groups that I really don’t know anything about/don’t follow at all but with music that I really, really like. Those groups are stuff like NCT, infinite, block b, Pentagon (I’ve been trying to get into them though), EXO, 24k etc

For western music I like stuff like patd, marianas trench, scattle, hot sugar, andrew mcmahon, caravan palace, bastille, lorde,ratatat, OK Go

When did you make this blog: November 2013

How many blogs do i follow: 735

What do I post about: kpop, stuff I find funny, my dumb life, the occasional video game and anime

How often do I get asks: it’s weird like sometimes I get a 2-4 in the span of a day but after that happens my inbox is LITERALLY DESERTED for months. Actual feast or famine shit.

Aesthetics: Neon nightlife stuff, nighttime cityscape, deserted streets @ night, empty buildings, lush verdant scenery, thick forests, thick mysterious forests like in fantasy, Every Etrian Odyssey Stratum (except for the postgame and final stratums thos r fockin scary)

Tag some followers you want to get to know better ->

@bbysquirrelsblog @monstax-ray @ukknie @0cloud @okjeonghan @rhythmrally @yattamomo @robotglue @ukknie

#tag meme #about

[cryingyetcourageous]

╳ ABOUT THE MUSE.

Copy & paste into a new post. Use the letters of your muse’s first and last name to describe their personality. Tagged by:@papillonfragile

R esourceful A nxious I nsecure V ulnerable I ntelligent S entimental

A ppreciative V igilant O bedient T imid I nventive ņ oncompetitive š tartled

I treated the last ones as the letter used in English that they look most similar to

#about Raivis