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violetriorsons · 5 months

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—in a world alone (we're all alone);

a collection of missing moments based on xaden's letters to violet. // pre-FW; iron flame spoilers.

part one.

“sgaeyl watched me kill another cadet for bullying garrick during threshing. she says she chose me for my ruthlessness, but i think i just reminded her of my grandfather.” — chapter 12 (iron flame).

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The number one objective: don't die today.

It's proven to be a shockingly easy goal over the last few hours. A quick glance at the sun in the sky tells Xaden it's the start of the afternoon, and the biggest problem he's faced since Threshing started at nine this morning is the uncharacteristically strong heat for the beginning of October.

It's unsettling — he knows damn well that Fen Riorson's son is at the top of the hit lists of a number of cadets in his year (and the other years, for that matter). And he also knows Threshing is the best opportunity any of them are going to get to finally settle any bets.

It's why when his year dispersed this morning, Xaden had made a point to move in the opposite direction than Garrick and Masen. The target on his back is too big today to risk his only friends.

But so far, it seems his worries were for nothing. The few cadets he's come across over the last four or so hours have paid him nothing more than a wary glare, clearly far more interested in finding their dragons than wasting time trying to run a sword through him.

The dragons Xaden has passed by have also ignored him, both to his relief and mild dismay. The jitters in his chest persist, but for new reasons.

For months, the most common and accepted rhetoric he's heard spread throughout the quadrant is that no self-respecting dragon would go through the disgrace of bonding a marked one. That there's nothing worthy in the children of the people who had threatened the safety of human- and dragonkind all over Navarre.

Up until now, Xaden hadn't let himself dwell on the theory. His priority was keeping himself, his friends, and the rest of the marked ones in his year alive (a feat he's already fumbled, twice). But now, walking through the disturbingly quiet forest, there's no escaping the nauseating fear that everyone was right.

If he'd had the choice, Xaden thinks he might've gone into infantry to honor his father's wishes. He hadn't had the time to figure out for himself what he'd wanted to do with his life before fate and the lost Battle of Aretia had written his destiny for him. Before he knew it, the apostasy had come and tragically gone, and he was suddenly saddled with a hundred and seven souls to keep out of Malek's all-too greedy hands.

Three years ago, Xaden had brokered a deal with General Sorrengail to keep the orphans of his father's allies alive. He knows his father would've abhorred the agreement, but the man had also taught him well about making tough decisions. And making it through the riders' quadrant was their only shot at survival.

But now he's dreading that he might've sentenced them all to a worse fate: if the dragons aren't interested in bonding them, they'll all be doomed to relive their first year in the riders' quadrant over and over until Malek finally decides to collect his due.

Xaden hears the crackling of dragonfire in the near distance— too near for his liking. He quickens his steps as he searches around him in vain for any spot of blue.

Unlike Garrick this morning, Xaden did have a certain dragon from Presentation on his mind. An enormous, navy Blue Daggertail that had left him stunned when he saw it near the end of his deadly stroll yesterday.

He'd stopped dead in his tracks when he'd first caught sight of it, and had Garrick not given him a shove from behind, he's sure that he would've ended up a pile of ashes for daring to look a dragon in the eye for as long as he did.

It was an honest mistake. Xaden had felt something shift inside of him when he locked eyes with the beast, a sharp thrill that lingered long after the first-year cadets had all retreated to their bunks for the night.

Though judging by the icy narrowing of the dragon's eyes as it stared back at him, he thinks maybe the feeling was not mutual.

The thought is reinforced by the fact that he hasn't caught a single hint of her presence anywhere this morning. Idly, Xaden wonders if perhaps the Daggertail had picked another cadet at the start of Threshing, and his mood begins to sour.

But before he can linger any longer on his newfound worries, he hears a familiar shout nearby that has his stomach dropping.

It's Garrick.

All thoughts of the Blue Daggertail are forgotten as Xaden races in the direction of the shout.

The number one objective: don't die today. It goes for himself and especially for his best friend.

Xaden may or may not bond a dragon today. But if nothing else, he'll gladly spend the rest of the day making damn sure his friends make it out of this forest alive.

The shouting continues as he approaches, and Xaden recognizes the voice of Garrick's opponent just before they both come into view.

Prince Alic.

Xaden should've seen this one coming. He'd been too concerned about the target on his own back to consider that his friends have also made enemies in the quadrant all on their own.

The limp-dick, sorry excuse of a prince had wasted no time trying to assert dominance in the quadrant after crossing the Parapet this summer. He's been a terror to most, the Riorson son included, but Alic has had it out for Garrick since he lost to him during assessment week on the mat.

And apparently, he's decided Threshing is the perfect setting to enact his revenge.

Garrick's one of the best in their year when it comes to sparring, but the royal training the asswipe of a prince has under his belt makes him more than a worthy adversary. And though Xaden would be willing to bet that Alic snuck up on Garrick, any matters of honor and dirty tactics don't matter much if Alic makes it out of this forest with Garrick's head in the end.

Rage waves over Xaden and he barely manages to wrangle it back under control so he can slow his steps and assess the situation from a distance.

So far, Garrick seems to be holding his own well enough.

Xaden wavers, unsure of whether to step in or let his friend prove himself to any dragon who may be paying attention.

"I'm betting the prince loses his head."

The unfamiliar, feminine voice startles him out of focus from the fight. He hadn't noticed the giant shadow under his feet that now blankets his immediate area, and when he twists around to look for the source of the voice he finds himself face to face with the navy Blue Daggertail he'd been seeking all morning.

"Holy shit," he curses without thinking, and he just barely stops himself from scrambling backward. Dragons typically don't respond well to cowardice, and he doubts this particular one is any exception.

Her size had been daunting during Presentation, but having her right in front of him now, with her head lowered to his eye level and a bit too close for comfort, it dawns on him what a monstrosity of a creature she is — especially compared to the other dragons he's come across in the field today.

Suddenly, Xaden can't remember exactly why he'd been searching for her in the first place. Does he have a death wish?

The dragon's head moves forward, and Xaden locks his knees in place as she gives him a quick sniff at his chest before lightly blowing steam in his face through her nostrils.

"There's something very familiar about you." Her voice echoes in his head again, and his heart is threatening to break through his ribcage as she stays in his personal space and continues her perusal of him.

Xaden arches an eyebrow. Familiar? "Yeah, we kinda met at Presentation..." His joke falls flat, but he pushes forward. "I'm Xaden —" He stops short of saying his last name, and his earlier fear surges back with a vengeance.

Despite all it's cost him, Xaden has never been at odds with the war his father had started. Their country was corrupt, rotten to the core, and the price Xaden has been made to pay for his father's actions has only strengthened his belief in Fen Riorson's cause.

But would the dragon agree with that?

"Riorson," the dragon finishes for him, rather absentmindedly — uninterested, even — as she sniffs at his hair. She says nothing more, all her focus on her odd inspection of him, and some of Xaden's nerves give way to confusion.

Is it a good sign that this dragon is currently covering his leathers in snot?

As if in response, the dragon chuffs. "Better that than being charred by dragonfire, I would think."

Xaden's eyes widen in return. Did she hear his thoughts?

"Very true," he breathes. He tenses again, keeping quiet as he awaits judgment from the dragon he'd spent all night thinking about.

With no warning, the dragon lifts a claw and swipes it over the upper left side of Xaden's face, too quick for him to see it coming. The claw breaks the skin deep over his brow, nicking the eyelid he'd managed to close out of pure instinct, and digging through the top of his cheek.

"Fuck," he swears without thinking, instinctively lifting a hand to his eyebrow. His fingers come back bloody.

"There," the dragon says, sounding satisfied as she lowers her head to his level again. "Now I see it."

"Interesting word choice after almost taking my fucking eye out." He can't help himself from expressing his disdain as he works to keep the blood from seeping into his eye. "What do you see?"

"I'd given your grandfather a similar scar during his Threshing. It'd been accident then."

Surprise quells the anger. His brows knit together, the movement making the sting from his new wound worse. "You knew my grandfather?" He didn't even know his grandfather. From either side of the family.

"He came before you. But he didn't make it out of the quadrant." Her words are matter-of-fact, but there's an undertone of sadness that has Xaden believing she feels the loss far deeper than he ever could.

"I'm sorry...," he trails off, not sure how he's supposed to address her. He wipes more blood away from his brow before it gets in his eye.

"Sgaeyl," she offers distractedly, her eyes moving beyond him, to the sword fight still being waged in the tiny clearing behind him. "I said the prince would lose his head today. Why don't you go prove me right?"

Xaden turns back around and tenses, cursing himself for forgetting about Garrick.

Blood is now flowing from Garrick's left shoulder but he's paying it no mind as he raises his sword up to block Alic's attempt to slice Garrick's right arm off. As the two swords clash, Alic gets in a sloppy, but effective kick to the side of Garrick's calf that has him going down.

Garrick manages to twist his body last-minute to land on his side and avoid getting the wind knocked out of him. But the maneuver has his wounded shoulder taking the brunt of his fall.

Xaden's moving toward them before he even realizes it, silently drawing his own sword as he approaches. His heart is hammering again as he watches Alic raise his weapon to take the final strike.

Xaden sword is quicker, and he runs it through Alic's back, deep enough that it reappears through his abdomen. Alic's response is a garbled groan, and Xaden lifts his foot to kick the prince off his sword.

Alic falls forward, the force of Xaden's kick sending him face-first towards the ground — right where Garrick is lying.

Garrick rolls out of the way just as Alic hits the dirt. His eyes meet Xaden's with a flash of gratitude as he works to get himself up.

Xaden waits to make sure his best friend is good before turning his attention back to the dying prince, who's working mightily to get up onto his knees.

"You're a... worthless piece... of shit, son of a... traitor..." Alic's rambles are out of breath as he continues to bleed out on the ground.

Xaden hears the dragon grumble behind him, and he can feel the wordless expectation emanating from her as she waits impatiently for him to follow her earlier command. He spares a quick glance at Garrick again, who's retrieved his sword but is distracted by the dragon who's stepped out from the trees and into view.

"Sorry I butted in," Xaden tells Garrick with a sheepish grin. "But I've been asked for his head." He tilts his head in the dragon's direction as means of explanation. Garrick's eyes widen, but he chooses to stay silent in the presence of the dragon, giving Xaden a firm nod instead.

Before he can think too hard about it, Xaden swipes his sword through the neck of the still-rambling royal. The man's head hits the ground with a sickening thud, and Xaden works to keep his breakfast down.

Though not his first kill, it is the first time he's ever decapitated someone. It turns his stomach in the worst way, even as he feels a small twinge of satisfaction in getting to behead one of King Tauri's sons.

Perhaps he's not quite as monstrous as he's come to feel over the last few months — yet.

He's still got a dragon to impress, so he forces down the nausea, compartmentalizes any horror he may feel over adding to his body count, and bends down to retrieve the severed head by its hair.

He turns toward the dragon and tosses the head at her feet, making sure to keep his eyes off the ground and on hers the entire time.

She chuffs in what seems like approval. "Ruthless."

A heady rush of pride sweeps through him, giving him confidence as he admits to her, almost accusingly, "I've been looking for you all morning." Her earlier words about his grandfather finally sink in.

He came before you.

She'd chosen him. And now she's choosing Xaden.

She lets out another chuff. "I woke late. And I refuse to skip breakfast, even for Threshing."

Xaden smiles, glancing behind him to see that Garrick has disappeared. His smile wavers, and he worries over the wound in his friend's arm. Will he be okay to keep dragon-seeking?

"You care a lot for him. And for the others." It's a statement, not a question.

"Yes," Xaden answers anyway. He forces down the trepidation over letting her in on his secrets.

The marked ones and Aretia are who he's dedicated his life to, and there's no point in trying to hide it from her. She needs to know who she's choosing, and what he'll be continuing to fight for. And all the types of monsters he's willing to fight against.

"You carry scars for the ones you're devoted to," she notes. "And now you'll carry one for me as well."

The reminder of the wound on his brow cuts through the adrenaline enough for him to feel the sting again. But her words erase any lingering resentment he may have felt over the scratch.

She steps forward. "Get on my back. The cadet you saved will be just fine, and your other friend has already been chosen. There's no point in spending any more time around here tempting the cadets who'd love to take your own head off your shoulders."

Xaden exhales in relief at the news about Masen, and decides to trust her certainty that Garrick will make it just fine on his own.

He hesitates for just a second, calculating the best strategy to make it up her leg. The gauntlet didn't quite prepare him as well for a dragon of her size. It's a challenge, but he makes it up to her back, avoiding the spikes at her neck, and reaches the divot with only minor embarrassment.

"Didn't you practice?" she chastises him, but her tone is light.

"Of course I did." He rolls his eyes. "But you're huge."

She chuffs. "Wait until you see my mate. You'll see who's the real monstrosity of a creature."

Xaden lifts a brow, fighting the discomfort of her knowing what he had been thinking earlier. "Is that always...?" He trails off, not sure how to phrase the question.

She scoffs. "Get used to it, cadet. I know everything about you. I always will." It almost sounds like a threat.

He nods, mostly to himself, knowing he'll just need time to adjust to it.

As a means of distraction, the dragon formally introduces herself. But she also launches into the sky as she does so, and her words are lost to the wind whooshing past Xaden's ears as he directs his focus on staying seated as she flies high above the trees.

He remembers her earlier introduction, though — her name is Sgaeyl. She's a navy Blue Daggertail, once bonded to his grandfather.

Unbidden, a memory from many years ago of his mother rises to the surface. She'd told him once that her father had entered the riders' quadrant while she was a baby. She never got to meet him.

"Dragons aren't allowed to bond direct descendants of their previous riders," Xaden notes lightly, trying to shake off the heavy feeling that comes from remembering his mother.

Sgaeyl stays silent, and Xaden interprets it to mean that she has little care for any rule that may stand in the way of what she wants. And what she wants at the moment is him.

"I could go mad," he continues absentmindedly. Judging from the excited flip his stomach just did at the thought of being wanted by this dragon, he may already be half-way there.

"You won't go mad," Sgaeyl asserts.

He arches his wounded brow. "And how do you know that?"

"Because I chose you," she scoffs.

He grins at the arrogance, but his chest fills with pride. And anticipation, as he sees the flight field getting nearer in the distance.

Soon, they'll be landing in the field. Soon, he'll be walking up the dais to look the roll keeper and General Sorrengail in the eye and announce the name of his new dragon — and relish in the shocked faces of Commandant Panchek, Captain Fitzgibbons, Colonel Aetos, and anyone else who doubted that a dragon would choose Fen Riorson's son — or any marked one.

Sgaeyl knows everything about him. And she chose him.

Xaden Riorson is officially a rider.

#xaden riorson #sgaeyl #xaden and sgaeyl #fourth wing #iron flame #fourth wing fic #empyrean fic #this really got away from me oops #it's way longer than i thought it would be #lina scribbles

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good-beans · 6 months

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YES thank you @kyanako5972 for your service 😤👏 (I was actually looping them both for a bit but I keep forgetting to run it lately ah...)

And hehe I have been ✨enabled ✨Have some Triage thoughts, and feel free to add your own!!

Starting off with my main praise of the song: “I want to be Innocent, I want to live.” I know the point of milgram is that all the characters are going to get worse, but I feel like this video is the first t2 song we’ve seen a prisoner get better. (People have talked about his savior complex being an issue but that’s coming after the inno verdict, in Triage he specifically says he never wanted this to be some kind of hostage situation where he has the power to save/kill people.) This is when we can finally see one of our verdicts go right. The others had an issue, or creeping guilt, or uncertainty, but Shidou gets over any uncertainty right then and there – he wants to live again!! In a series so full of death, in which half of the cast makes some reference to suicidal thoughts, plus two victims who did commit suicide, there’s something extremely profound about seeing one of them change their mind onscreen. We hadn’t gotten a moment of healing like that before, and I doubt we’re ever going to get one again.

The moment itself is shown very accurately and beautifully, in my opinion. His expression when he makes his statement about wanting to live is so unique. It’s not a smile, it’s not a grimace, it’s something in between. His voice is strained, but set. He’s not excited about it – when you’re in that mental place, it isn’t a cheery switch to wanting to live, it’s a grit-your-teeth and pick yourself up and make the tough choice. It’ll be so, so hard but by god you have a job to do. It made sense, given all the previous mentions of him helping Fuuta and Mahiru – he had a lot of complicated feelings about being a doctor, but he remembered that saving others really is his purpose in life.

And then the shock factor. Because of that moment and the family reveal, I think this video had the biggest twist of t2. The others had surprises, sure, but they were hinted at in the voice clips and vds, or they just exaggerated things we already knew about the characters. I was completely blindsided by Triage. Everything leading up to it paralleled Shidou with Mahiru, so I thought it was just a lover he’d lost (and maybe someone he’d just met or something). He had his moments with Amane, but I always assumed it was because of her connection to him, not vice versa. I assumed he was just overdramatic and killing people for some lady he’d fallen for, and then decided to take the easy way out and ask for death. So to find out he had a fully established family, wife and two kids??? To see his main character trait from season one was completely reversed??? (but in a way that wasn’t at all forced???)

Now, it’s much easier to make a character unlikable than it is to redeem them. We saw how quickly the fandom turned on certain characters, we felt pangs of horror for many of them. But it’s very difficult to make someone like a character they’d previously despised. Which is why I’m insanely impressed with the way those three minutes could undo months of my hatred toward Shidou, and bring me literally to tears over him. Suddenly his actions weren’t so selfish, as rash. He’s not taking the coward’s way out. He had incredibly good reason to do what he did, and now he’s taking accountability and choosing to face pain in order to atone. I’ll add more in a sec, but it’s not even that the video shows him as this perfect saint. Without holding back on everything he’d done wrong, it conveyed a real, grieving human that really moved me.

Of course the music itself was amazing – Shugo Nakamura sounds incredible. I don’t know too much about actual music structure, but the tone of both Shidou’s songs manages to be so fun and relaxing while simultaneously filling you with that profound sadness. It’s like an embodiment of his peaceful, sad smile. There’s something so human about his voicemail message, and it’s unique hearing different types of speaking parts in a song! But that moment is also foreboding. You wonder why he missed the call, and who’s calling, and you kind of already know, and you hear the three beeps as the line is dead. Then there’s the gut-wrenching return of those sounds, with the added visuals bringing to mind a dying heart?? Insane.

And lastly, the visuals are gorgeous. Bringing back the flower/pomegranate symbolism in a similar but new way was perfect. The bright scenery and picturesque scenes really emphasized how happy he was. The video is so bright. His family is gorgeous, they’re happy. His neighborhood is sunny and warm. His house is comfortable and light. Which meant the dark scenes contrasted perfectly, driving home how jarring his loss was. And despite all the good things I said about him before, the video isn’t actually trying to paint him in an innocent light. There are literal graveyards behind him, showing how much blood is on his hands. The rotting food is such a disgustingly painful way to show what he was doing to people. He handed the tag directly to his son, showing full accountability: he gave his son his fate, he killed him himself. The images seem beautiful at first, especially compared to AKAA’s dark, bloody rooms, Backdraft’s grim tunnel, and INMF’s monstrous bees. But no matter how lovely it looks, it successfully conveys a truly horrendous crime.

In conclusion Shidou my fucking beloved. Go watch Triage again :3

#milgram #shidou kirisaki #i hope you dont mind the tag but ty!#LMAO im so sorry for the ramblings 😅#this video is genuinely so special to me and as always i got carried away talking about it adfsdf #i can admit my initial sympathy to him was biased by being in a tight mental spot right when it came out #so to hear him speak those lines actually made me cry oops #but even being distanced from that mental state i have such a strong appreciation for the whole thing #although i might call some other songs my favorites no other video had such an effect on me #i sat down and immediately wrote a fic about it #then i wrote (and sang??) translyrics to it that im still really proud of #and it can still get me really emotional no matter how many bazillion times ive listened throughout the months #just an amazing mv #rose posts

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writeforfandoms · 2 years

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Thinking about a Friday night with Frankie.

Thinking about how the two of you might go out for dinner and drinks. To a bar or a diner - fancy isn't really his style. And he'd treat you to whatever you wanted.

What he loves most about these dates is making you happy. And getting to show you off on his arm, although he's more subtle about it. A gentle hand to your lower back guiding you along. His arm around your shoulders. Depending on the season, if you get cold, he'll insist you wear his jacket.

(And of course that has nothing to do with the fact that a primal part of him absolutely purrs at seeing you in his clothes.)

And he's a gentleman. Pulls out your seat, or lets you choose which side of a booth you want. Makes sure that you have everything you want. And that means everything. If you wanna splurge and get a milkshake? He's ordering your favorite if you forget to mention it to the waitress.

Date nights are for fun, not for worries.

And he'll sit there and listen to you talk about anything you want, this soft smile on his face. He'll talk too, of course, but he just loves listening to you. Loves how passionate you get. Loves the way you laugh, the way you use items on the table to explain things.

It isn't until things are winding down that the teasing starts.

A gentle touch to your knee under the table. One of his feet setting between yours, his leg forcing yours further apart. His gaze dipping down your throat to your chest, and then dragging back up.

The teasing keeps up on the drive home. He puts his hand on your knee while he drives, and slowly inches it up your leg all the way home. He always times it perfectly to apply just the barest teasing pressure to where you're drenched for him just as you arrive home.

He's on you as soon as you're out of the car, backing you into the garage door and letting his hands wander as the two of you make out.

Somehow, somewhere in there, the door opens, and he controls the pace backwards. Clothes fly (you're pretty sure your shirt lands in the sink), and then your back hits the couch, and those big hands are caging your hips as he makes you his dessert, barely even coming up for air until you've come apart on his tongue.

Maybe you make it to the bed. Maybe you stay on the couch. Either way, he gets his fill of you before he fucks you, slow to the point of teasing before he shifts his weight, changes the angle just a little, and makes it his goal to get you to scream his name.

#smutty thots #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #this one really got away from me #uhhhh #oops?#minors begone

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soldier-poet-king · 8 months

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Bg3's hair customization options are just. Unparalleled. I recreated my exact cut, down to the early faint silvers in the curls. Ofc it is absolutely abysmal wrt face & body shape diversity (where are my short absolute unit, round faced folks at. I am built like an acnh villager)

Did I make my ray of sunshine, orange tiefling monk durge basically a self insert??? Maybe so. I had a WHOLE backstory and made deliberate rp decisions with my drow tav but now I'm just. That's me and I get to be nice except when I'm not :)

There is smthn to be said about being a kindhearted problem solver who always picks diplomatic non violent options but is also consumed by insatiable rage and sometimes extremely violent bloodlust. Y'know how it is

Obvs I don't want to make broad OCD parallels bc ocd and intrusive thoughts are demonized enough as it is, and ppl with ocd are LESS likely to commit violent acts. But also. For me at least, as an OCD haver, it's like. Oh. Playing a durge who's desperately trying to be good and battling with this monstrous self that /isn't you/ and yet it lives in you and you can't escape it and it's terrifying but it's always there and no one takes it seriously and everyone is just like 'oh dw everyone gets angry sometimes :)' and no matter how much you protest that it's WAY worse than that, they still don't take you seriously. Literally the only other person listening is a Literal Vampire because he understands the self as monstrous (even if he early on encourages the violence). And it's just

Well. Yeah. Sure is Something To Think About

#franposting #that got away from me. oops #but yeah playing a really sweet sunlight themed durge who is basically me #its. hm. free therapy??#ive been ethical moping all afternoon #as rose called it #so plenty of time to think my sad stupid little thoughts #its not a perfect 1:1 parallel. my intrusive Thoughts do not make me the chosen of an evil death god. obvs #but yknow. smthn smthn about self as other self as monstrous persistent unwanted rage and violence #and not being taken seriously in it because youre so nice and people pleasing #and the astarion durge dialogue is just. chefs kiss. recognition of the self through the other.

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foxgirlplushie · 1 year

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I’d love to hear your thoughts on operators that frequent Lena’s garden and why :D

Lena simply sits back and marvels at the sheer variety of people gathered around her table.

(She's invited the many many people who help keep the Garden running for tea, as a way of saying 'thank you'. She may not be as accomplished a cook as some on the landship, but her almond coffee cake is decent enough.)

There's her ever-energetic assistant, Podenco, her loyal lieutenant, talking excitedly with the stoic Flamebringer about some flower or another. He nods, completely invested in what the tiny Perro by his side is telling her.

The quiet, timid Myrrh (who does more and more of the medicinal herb harvesting every day) is sandwiched between the "Berries" (as they've taken to calling themselves), Honey- and Mull-, and all three are talking quietly between bites of cake and sips of tea.

Beanstalk laughs from the other end of the table, talking with Bagpipe. Their extensions to the Garden have both been overflowing with crabs and crops respectively. From on top of Bagpipe's lap, Suzuran feeds Peacake some stray almonds.

So many people, all different, and yet all can flourish, grow, and exist in her garden!

#this got away from me a little oops #i really like the Garden Gang #asks #arknights drabbles

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deadguydeathmatch · 11 months

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The third place poll between Noah Czerny and Avatar Kyoshi will be posted tomorrow at 3pm BST! Sorry for the delay!

#tournament updates #tournament dates #round 6.5 #third place poll #damn time really got away from me #oops

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renabe4life · 2 years

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At least it’s just one more day, he thinks. Then maybe some of these visits can be longer. Not to mention their date tomorrow, and it is enough to bring a faint quirk to lips.

"Have a good last day of class," Clover says as the gate is shut behind him.

"Wish me luck," Qrow huffs in light tease, crossing his arms atop the wood. Raising one hand to tuck his chin in a palm, lazy grin tinting his expression with warmth.

A snuffle of laughter is breathed in response, and Clover has half a mind to respond with a sharp taunt. Something about an old man being overrun by a bunch of kids who just want to get it over with already.

And it is tempting.

#fair game #clover ebi #qrow branwen #rwby #Take Root #renabe writes #holy moly this is done later than i wanted aldskfhd #ahhhhh so excited to post another chapter though #hopefully my hasty editing didn't miss too much pfft #a few bits really got away from me in this one oops #also uhhhh sorry in advance but i'm not saying what for this time #hope y'all enjoy!#especially these two goobers being complete dweebs #>w>

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emikumaarts · 1 year

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Relief Between The Lines

A multi-chapter Akeshu fic surrounding the events of the Rank 8 Confidant date with Akechi. Set on 11/17, no royal spoilers.

#akeshu #shuake #fanfic #my first persona fic :D #this got so far away from me LMAO oops #akira kurusu #goro akechi #persona 5 #p5 #i really dont know how to tag fic links here whoops

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bibiana112 · 2 years

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I just got home and I thought of a very good analogy for how scrambled I feel after interacting a lot with people that I actually like to be around, Like I feel happy to have all that happen and am having fun but it doesn't relax me when it's done because the way I store information in long term memory and that my thought process works is very analytical and it's like a big archive of every miniscule bit of information that I gather about how other people act and even other than social stuff too everything that happens is like a new file that I need to revise and the first moment that I'm back by myself in particular is when I'm most drained and my thoughts race because it's like there's this fucking pile of new stuff that just got to my desk and now I have to reassess them and sort them so they can be where they should and I can't focus on other things very well until that process is done

#but surely I must be neurotypical (this isn't even sarcastic anymore it's just straight up a lie lmao)#but yeah a bunch of stuff happened on this webbed site while I was away too and I really wanna get back to y'all #I'm probably going to have to take a day to spam caita's aini liveblog lmao #.... girl I'm having fun but I let too many of them accumulate maybw I should take a day to answer and then put it on queue #think the day of my first time using a queue might come soon #and yeah this was a really good refresher after the literal 24 hour long shutdown my family got me to have 👍#this and the well wishes and my roomie being supportively just as bothered w them around kept me from spiraling seamlessly so I'm happy #Void fala aí #not aini caitas watching the first ai oops

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silhouettecrow · 5 months

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365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 346

Adjective: Little

Noun: Whimsy

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Little: small in size, amount, or degree (often used to convey an appealing diminutiveness or express an affectionate or condescending attitude); (of a person) young or younger; denoting something, especially a place, that is named after a similar larger one; used in names of animals and plants that are smaller than related kinds, e.g. little grebe; of short distance or duration; relatively unimportant or trivial (often used ironically); a small amount of; a short time or distance; used to emphasize how small an amount is

Whimsy: playfully quaint or fanciful behavior or humor; a whim; a thing that is fanciful or odd

#oof #im incredibly late with this one #big big oops #i guess time got away from me #and thats all i can really say about it #i was rather busy (yesterday) with researching for jobs and whatnot so if thats any explanation #anyway i absolutely adore and love this prompt #its so beautiful and fantastical and it definitely feels pink and purple to me #i also just love the word 'whimsy' anyway #im not really sure what im gonna write yet #but fantasy will be involved and it will be very pretty #im rather excited #thanks for reading #writing #writer #creative writing #writing prompt #writeblr #trying to be a writeblr at least

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