@coloneldahana / coloneldahana.tumblr.com
So this blog has been mostly transferred over to the new one so far. While I still have a few things to save, they won’t take long and I’ll be deleting this in a couple days.
I did decide that I’ll share the blog at the bottom of this, just know I won’t be accepting many new rps from even mutuals and I’ll only answer asks from others. Better for my sanity until I have a better grab at my health. Thank you all!
So this blog has been mostly transferred over to the new one so far. While I still have a few things to save, they won’t take long and I'll be deleting this in a couple days.
I did decide that I'll share the blog at the bottom of this, just know I won't be accepting many new rps from even mutuals and I'll only answer asks from others. Better for my sanity until I have a better grab at my health. Thank you all!
I’ve made a new sideblog for Pho elsewhere. Thanks to some people I will not announce being stupid, variations of those who only interact to get at people who they’ve put on a pedestal, I am leaving this blog, likely deleting it in awhile once I have things transferred over. Much less I simply do not feel comfortable for a variety of reasons besides those.
I will be sharing this blog only with certain people.
It will be a private blog, I will not oppose anybody following or sending asks but I will be following very few back or doing threads.
You can ask for the blog if wanted, I just apologize if I will not thread with for awhile. Nothing else I really need to mention I think, I need to get out of my mood spiral as of late and I know some qualities of my own blog are causing it.
So far so good, you’ll have to message me from here on out if you would like the blog.
I’ve made a new sideblog for Pho elsewhere. Thanks to some people I will not announce being stupid, variations of those who only interact to get at people who they’ve put on a pedestal, I am leaving this blog, likely deleting it in awhile once I have things transferred over. Much less I simply do not feel comfortable for a variety of reasons besides those.
I will be sharing this blog only with certain people.
It will be a private blog, I will not oppose anybody following or sending asks but I will be following very few back or doing threads.
You can ask for the blog if wanted, I just apologize if I will not thread with for awhile. Nothing else I really need to mention I think, I need to get out of my mood spiral as of late and I know some qualities of my own blog are causing it.
So far so good, you'll have to message me from here on out if you would like the blog.
I’ve made a new sideblog for Pho elsewhere. Thanks to some people I will not announce being stupid, variations of those who only interact to get at people who they’ve put on a pedestal, I am leaving this blog, likely deleting it in awhile once I have things transferred over. Much less I simply do not feel comfortable for a variety of reasons besides those.
I will be sharing this blog only with certain people.
It will be a private blog, I will not oppose anybody following or sending asks but I will be following very few back or doing threads.
You can ask for the blog if wanted, I just apologize if I will not thread with for awhile. Nothing else I really need to mention I think, I need to get out of my mood spiral as of late and I know some qualities of my own blog are causing it.
I’ve made a new sideblog for Pho elsewhere. Thanks to some people I will not announce being stupid, variations of those who only interact to get at people who they’ve put on a pedestal, I am leaving this blog, likely deleting it in awhile once I have things transferred over. Much less I simply do not feel comfortable for a variety of reasons besides those.
I will be sharing this blog only with certain people.
It will be a private blog, I will not oppose anybody following or sending asks but I will be following very few back or doing threads.
You can ask for the blog if wanted, I just apologize if I will not thread with for awhile. Nothing else I really need to mention I think, I need to get out of my mood spiral as of late and I know some qualities of my own blog are causing it.
[debating deleting my blog, probably make a new private one]
So to be quite honest, I’ve hit some bad mental health spots off and on, and while I could write on my good days, I’m kinda feeling a disconnect here with my muse and others I’ve felt close to. I feel a lack of belonging and that’s entirely on me for not being around.
Still, instead of forcing myself back in like I’ve done the last few times, I’m just going to put Pho on a full break, give myself some slack. My Undertale event will continue through people’s asks until it is moved to the Eldritch blog.
For Voltron, I need to get Pho a solid background. I’m relying too heavily on one person and that’s not fair to anybody. I’d be happy to plot on discord or IM if anybody really is interested in my dumb child.
Something else though, I’ve started my pokemon request blog. I plan to make it a donation blog, and as I get going I’ll be making an nsfw side blog to it for much darker and other potential suggestive themes. I want to focus on it for awhile honestly.
Pokemon
I really am sorry that I consistently start threads then drop off the face of the earth. I’ll be working on getting my inspiration and good mindset back for all of this. Thank you guys again for being so patient with me.
So to be quite honest, I’ve hit some bad mental health spots off and on, and while I could write on my good days, I’m kinda feeling a disconnect here with my muse and others I’ve felt close to. I feel a lack of belonging and that’s entirely on me for not being around.
Still, instead of forcing myself back in like I’ve done the last few times, I’m just going to put Pho on a full break, give myself some slack. My Undertale event will continue through people’s asks until it is moved to the Eldritch blog.
For Voltron, I need to get Pho a solid background. I’m relying too heavily on one person and that’s not fair to anybody. I’d be happy to plot on discord or IM if anybody really is interested in my dumb child.
Something else though, I’ve started my pokemon request blog. I plan to make it a donation blog, and as I get going I’ll be making an nsfw side blog to it for much darker and other potential suggestive themes. I want to focus on it for awhile honestly.
Pokemon
I really am sorry that I consistently start threads then drop off the face of the earth. I’ll be working on getting my inspiration and good mindset back for all of this. Thank you guys again for being so patient with me.
So to be quite honest, I’ve hit some bad mental health spots off and on, and while I could write on my good days, I’m kinda feeling a disconnect here with my muse and others I’ve felt close to. I feel a lack of belonging and that’s entirely on me for not being around.
Still, instead of forcing myself back in like I’ve done the last few times, I’m just going to put Pho on a full break, give myself some slack. When I do start coming back, it will likely be for solely my Undertale group for awhile.
For Voltron, I need to get Pho a solid background. I’m relying too heavily on one person and that’s not fair to anybody. I’d be happy to plot on discord or IM if anybody really is interested in my dumb child.
Something else though, I’ve started my pokemon request blog. I plan to make it a donation blog, and as I get going I’ll be making an nsfw side blog to it for much darker and other potential suggestive themes. I want to focus on it for awhile honestly.
I am mobile and unsure if the link there works this second but I’ll be checking on a computer, fixing, and reblogging this in a few hours.
I really am sorry that I consistently start threads then drop off the face of the earth. I’ll be working on getting my inspiration and good mindset back for all of this. Thank you guys again for being so patient with me.
Why should I apologize for the monster I’ve become…
… when no one has apologized for making me this way?
[ ♔ ] Once the shifter is finished drinking, Regina sets the chalice off to the side for a moment. “I wanted you to come to me as I’ve come to you about secrets.” She informs.
She halts her petting and instead summons a damp rag to begin wiping away the ichor from Pho-Pho’s face. “Why hasn’t your Father killed that thing?”
A brief rope of guilt tightens around her throat and the shifter’s lip twitched. This was her closest friend- Indeed it wasn’t fair that she kept this covered up. The thoughts however halt upon the coarse feeling of wet cloth, making her blink now that her vision is better cleared up.
“Ah...” A trail, considering and thinking with a bit of a puff of air past her teeth. “It’s, one of the extensions... relations, branches, what have you... of his Keeper.” Thank the stars she was too tired for her usual anger to surface whenever that thing was brought up. “He literally can’t, because it has not actually ‘harmed’ me.” One could argue about psychological damage but well-
Aryn watched again, this time less alarmed when the rise of fall of breathing stopped, but it was eerie still. Surprising at how that subtle motion’s absence immediately raised mental alarm bells. It was unsettling. Maybe the woman only need intermittent air flow? Aliens where so odd.
“To this cell and ship. Yes. To this situation, no.”
Aryn looked away again, a little more at ease that she wouldn’t be attacked out of the blue given conversation was happening. But stuff like that was never completely out of the realm of possibility, so by the very essence of not being alone, she still sat with closed-off body language, and her muscles tenser, just in case. She looked away though, staring at one of the walls with a furrowed brow. “Generally I don’t have cellmates. Normally doesn’t end well.”
She thought for a moment about how that could be construed as a threat, and thought to correct it. But… maybe it was a threat still. Or rather a warning.
“Did they just ‘acquire’ you?” It seemed possible with how much ‘spunk’ she seemed to have in her to try to escape.
Something to keep in mind really was her thought process, much to a faint wrinkle of her nose. Though now the ‘oddity’ of the two actually began to look around the cell itself, gauging and considering. She really couldn’t blame the other for the guard, a number were too scared to chatter, or too hostile, rarely an in between.
“No.” An eventual reply, perhaps her situation was similar to Aryn’s. But quite honestly considering why she nearly got free this time, there was a red flag present about sharing her strengths with the stranger. “One fool of a guard and I got some distance until, this.” Simple, vague truth, a shrug to motion to their general vicinity whether she was looking or not.
Phoenix shifted finally, slowly coming to lean against the wall with a little bit of a scoot. Relieving really, still on the floor but a different position and support had some good effect at times. Likely an awkward quiet to extend now, she didn’t have much else to say and doubted the other would like the idea of an escape plan. Decidedly it was time to pick a bit at the band around her neck and play the waiting game.
@coloneldahana has encountered the galra guard
Nova tapped her claws against a council as her large ears fell back against her head. The hair along her spine was puffed up from what could be seen above the collar of her uniform. The computer was giving her a hard time and while she held knowledge of technology, she was by no means an expert. She gave a low throaty growl as she resorted to banging a fist against the counsel. The screens flickered yet there was no change. At the sound of footsteps, the melanistic galra looked up and eyes widened.
❝ Ah… I was fixing it. ❞ She shoved her datapad on top of the counsel and stood in front of it to hide her mess. It’s too bad it was larger than her smaller form, especially since their kind was known to be rather large.
❝ May I help you? ❞
A brow could only lift a few inches in regards to the shift to hide things, before the even smaller galra shook her head. Computers, the avian breed didn’t mess much with them unless someone was specifically having her do something bloody step by step.
A pad was offered though, along with a little puff of air through her nose.
“Told to deliver some information to you specifically, and to report here for the cycle. My usual partners are out on mission or on leave, and my ship is under maintenance.” Frankly Phoenix didn’t care too much, but preferred to keep occupied lest another Commander or similar rank dig into the entertainment of somebody doing nothing.
Something so beautiful coaxed out into a waiting hand. Stars that he had yet to sight upon the horizon at night or day and yet he enjoyed letting guide him within his life. His daughter was ever a wonder.
Yet worry colored his features with shadows deep and true. This was something he’d need to take care of. Something he recognized in himself, in the false borrowed thing he used to hide himself with. Damage all too familiar.
With a grumble and a careful shuffle of movement. Partially to press his bone cheek into her fluff of hair more and partially to be able to reach to grab a few things off his desk to work with.
An old bones set to work at a trade most would find ever so unnatural and ever so monstrous. The tricks to dealing with SOULs were not learned from books or teachers but experimentation and making deals with terrible prices. All magic came with a price, some things were just heftier then others, and he’d paid his price in full.
It had been years since he’d last done anything with her SOUL in particular, many years and uncounted twists of time through the spans of timelines and absolute space. Time meant nothing to such places, and rarely fit together. Where his time in the depths may have been anywhere within a decade to two, she could have been gone for a centuries worth. Vice versa even a possibility.
Her eyes are more on his hands, finding a faint curiosity in his work instead of dread thinking about the why of the situation. Such a change in her thoughts reflects on the pulsing glow, it’s erratic shifting slowing noticeably.
Abruptly it even seems stable for a moment, oval in shape and rippling surface, waves almost resting on a bony palm. Her head shifts slightly, not disturbing the pressure his own cheek offers but a motion of getting a better look at the items he’s drawn closer.
would this little four year old be able to get away with accidentally ( out of curiosity ) pulling on his aunt’s hair by pretending to be asleep? well, he’s about to find out because he’s doing it.
Truthfully the little thing could probably get away with murder with her- So a little hair pulling or feather pulling, accidental or not just pulls a vague chittering noise into the open. Her head doesn’t seem overly sensitive either. Still his breathing tells her he’s awake, somewhat.
Soon pulled fully into warm arms as she continues to watch the television, which a certain pasta loving brother has left on as he snores away in his own chair.
