sprout 🌱

genshin impact. mainly haikavetham but i'm also a huge fan of traveler angst/loneliness. and childe specifically. i adore the story and quests and everything about it.

love and deepspace my brother in christ idk how this happened i installed this gooner game on a whim and then it tore me to shreds. the writing is SO GOOD and the lore is SO SAD infold WHEN I FUCKING GET YOU!!!!!! favorite guys: caleb, sylus, rafayel and i also like crowstar, starfish, applesnow. please talk to me about lads. i will likely try to convince you to play it if you havent already. its so good. girl game written by girls for girls its so so so so so so so good. please,,,,,,

haikyuu. love love love iwaoi my dearly beloveds. hope and some flowers you can only see when you take detours!!

botw. my interest in botw is like a sleeper agent laying dormant within me, i love it always but something triggers it and i suddenly go into a botw frenzy. obsessed with link's identity issues and the ship of theseus and learning to love a softer world with monsters that persisted even after the apocalypse, unburdened from your old legends. also zelink

honkai star rail. i tried to quit but they kept releasing too many pretty women. anyway jingrenheng and ratiorine have me by the throat and so do dan heng's identity issues.

fmab. got me through quarantine and my love for it also lies dormant like a sleeper agent. royai makes me insane ofc but so do many of the other ships.

i also love poems. share your poems with me. share your recs. let me put them in my mouth and chew them

hello!!! i'm sprout, aka bringinglory on ao3

i write fanfiction!

rt heavy + some random thoughts

sfw mostly + errant sex jokes. i might follow and like nsfw stuff but rarely will i rt it

not proship, not antiship, but a secret third thing (traumatized from the v*ltron fandom pls pls pls do not involve me in it i will not look)

I want to be the chisel, not the David.

But for now, the city brims before us with a strange, rare brilliance—as if it was not a city at all, but the sparks made by some god sharpening his weapons above us.

I think every stone dreams about the kind of ripples it could make when it hits the lake.

Please forget your scarf in my life and come back for it later.

We tremble and I paint the trembling.

God has no hands but our hands.

I can't smell the medicines— carnations must be blooming nearby.

Don't clap too loudly—it's a very old world.

I am built upon the small things I do every day, and the end results are no more than a byproduct of that.

There are some flowers you only see when you take detours.

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

afraid, yes, but among you again / crying yes risk joy / in the raw wind of the new world.

if God sung a song, I am certain it would cover / vast distances. It would be peaceful / as weeping and if whales could cry, God would.

Are you trying to move me with your human love?

If you can't hear this now, someone might never sing for you again.

Pick a god and pray.

As for myself, I swung the door open. And there was the wordless, singing world. And I ran for my life.

Like everyone else, I want a storm I can dance in.