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deviated-detective · 4 years

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Connor pushed the humongous stuffed bear up onto the couch. Straightening it from its lopsided position, he huffed taking a look at it. Maybe it’s too big? Know what they always say. Go big or go home.

He placed a large box of chocolates against the furry belly. Propping up the wrapped heart added the final piece. A card attached to the front.

Adjusting his collar and making sure he looked decent, Connor grabbed the bouquet of roses. Holding them up and clearing his throat he walked over to his apartment door. The knock is clear to him. Time to give his babe a good Valentine’s Day.

He unlocked the door, bouquet hidden behind his back as he opened it. His grin was obvious. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Genny babe.” Connor swept the flowers around in a grand presentation. “Red roses for my lady.”

@stayhuman-genevieve

#stayhuman-genevieve #V. Coffee Colored Eyes #[V. Coffee Colored Eyes // College AU]#{Connor x Genevieve; Just Let Me Adore You}#stayhuman genevieve #[she is holy full of grace & cunning ambition // stayhuman-genevieve]#[Valentines Day]

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notcatherinemorland · 5 years

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welcome to marth lowel tonight : the recap post about things that have happened in the fe fandom and exactly none of us have access to anything remotely resembling chill about it, in as many words as humanly possible.

FEH has cashed right back in on it’s fatesawkening fanbase with the rest of the future past kids: the buff one with a winx club waist, the token furry, the healer skill fodder if you only felt visceral hatred for Maribelle and so never collected up her son, and everyone’s favourite and actually clothed dragon daughter. Sources report the summoning tickets somehow worked this time, I’ve seen 7 Yarnes on my dash already, and that the last of the future past kids is still camped out in the desert because we couldn’t find him in the map and rage quit the level. Also Cynthia is here, everyone clear space in your barracks, i’m gunning for 17 of her.

Yet more orbular demands have been placed upon our wallets with the the throwback banners for beloved characters that don’t stand a snowball’s chance against Muspell, stats-wise. the focus banners contain fan favourites such as Ike, Genny and Hector. This reporter read the name Lucina and, after regaining most of my cognitive function from a state resembling joy, is delighted by the opportunity to fling what few orbs i haven’t harvested in the vain attempt to un-minus attack my daughter.

Concert Hall memes have been making the rounds, everybody and their Azuras are pleased to hear a decided lack of Garons of increasing discomfort overlaid upon the audio. Now we can finally make our Takumi alts boy band and live the dream, everyone and ao3 run for cover, the songfics walked so boy band aus could run.

Everyone’s favourite godly edit blog had its scheduled weekly crisis, this time the mods were asked to stop the followers from requesting pride-themed edits, and we all somehow lost our collective remaining braincells in trying to understand the point in the entire debate. let people be gay karen, and everything in here but the pride flags is fictional, and the edits remain, indeed, godly.

E3 is allegedly a place where people talk about games, and allegedly games were talked about. somehow we all stopped making jokes about Genny and Wooloo being ready to roll for just long enough to see some three houses news once again. For those still paying attention after Nintendo UK spoiled half the plot, E3 has spoiled the remaining 40% of it. Timeskips are a legitimate plot tool - awakening is valid again -; someone’s bisexual dreams came true in Edelgard and Claude; and apparently Xander/Niles is now canon for nothing else could result in the character we suppose, by default, has to be Dimitri. Blond Snape time has given way that absolute unit, but reports say Blue Lion stans have only doubled down in their support. Out of genuine love or deep seated shame at jumping the gun, we may never know.

For those of you wondering what the remaining 10% is, that’s the fishing mini game and I think we all agree it’s the best thing fire emblem have done since they charged us five quid to see Lissa in a party hat

In further FEH news because we’ve suddenly had more content than you can shake a falchion at, we got the entire plot of book three in a handful of sentences, and OHO has it gone from 0-60 three times over. Alfonse isn’t dead yet, Sharena finally got yote, and the trailer has been analysed to Hel and back. This reporter is enjoying the sudden influx of glorious, glorious meta, everything down to the flower petals has been picked apart meticulously, and so help me god you can pry Veronica is Thrasir from Fjorm’s cold dead hands. Perhaps next time IntSys will remember there’s a whole protagonist just waiting to kick the bucket, Laevatein is presumably still pottering around the place, and the meaning of ‘canon’ has become a tool to fire miss-matched bits of plot directly into the players’ faces.

this reporter is going to go continue not watching the direct, following the news along at home only via meme, refresh the archive in the hope that i get more content for any of the crack ships only my feh account knows about, and also re-watch a rather a lot of LWLN on youtube, as this collection of words masquerading as a coherent thought is directly inspired by the show.

#fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem three houses #thats what you missed on glee in the fire emblem community #i've officially watched far too much LWLN so have the poor calibre fire emblem equivalent

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saintedscribbles · 6 years

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💬 - on the shoulders (I just wanna see you come up with a scenario for this XDD)

((as discussed, afurry rescue gone horribly wrong))

“A little higher,Python!” calls Genny from where she perched on her neighbor’sshoulders. “I’ve almost got her!” The branches of the lone treeon their street brush her face as she reaches up into the leaves.

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She had been headedhome from her overnight shift, cool morning breeze tugging on herscrubs and making her shiver, when she’d heard a rustling in the onetree on her street that had managed to survive despite thequestionable conditions. Squinting tiredly up through the leaves,she’d spotted a fuzzy gray blob and sighed. “Again, Mrs. Pickles?”

The tree rustled inresponse and Genny looked around for someone to help her. By herselfshe wasn’t tall enough but maybe… across the street she spottedPython, sitting on his stoop smoking a cigarette. Genny wrinkled hernose a bit, she really didn’t like the smell… but she was showeringas soon as she got home so it didn’t matter.

It took a coupletries to get his attention, she was quiet normally and with how tiredshe was, well, it couldn’t be helped that her voice wasn’t very loud.When Python looked up she waved him over, calling out, “I thinkMrs. Pickles is stuck in the tree again. Could you give me a boost soI can get her down?”

“Mrs. who?”Python ground out his cigarette and ambled over, squinting up intothe tree.

“Mrs. Pickles, mylandlord’s cat.” Genny explained. “She gets out sometimes andlikes this tree.”

“Not like she hasmuch of a choice for trees,” drawled Python with a pointed look attheir barren street.

It’s not thatbad, thought Genny, immediatelyfollowed by, no, its that bad. At one point in time,trees had lined the strip of dirt that ran down the center of thestreet, but now there was only the one, growing up through a missingflagstone in the sidewalk. Kind of sad, really.

Anyway, that wasn’timportant.

“Could you pleaselift me up so I can grab her? I’m not tall enough to do it on myown.” Genny tilted her head and looked thoughtfully at Python.“Actually, it would probably be easier if I just sat on yourshoulders.”

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Which is how thetwo found themselves in their current predicament.

“Would you hurry,kid? You ain’t exactly light.” grouses Python.

Genny shoots himan unpressed stare then rolls her eyes. “Please, I weigh maybeone-ten soaking wet. Honestly, for your health you should be able tolift…” She breaks off with a frustrated huff. “Come here,you stupid cat!”

More rustling emanates from the tree and Genny freezes on Python’sshoulders. “Python,” she says slowly, “I don’t think this isMrs. Pickles.”

Python almost asks who the fuck it is then, when a violent hissingnoise breaks the stillness and Genny shrieks, flailing backwardsbefore clutching at Python’s head in a desperate bid not to fall onthe hard cement.

Unfortunately, thisaction sends them both sprawling, landing hard. Just behind them,falling from the tree, is the fattest, ugliest, meanest possum eitherof them has ever seen. It hisses at them again before scuttling offinto the nearest alleyway.

“Goddamn it,Genny.” groans Python, sitting up and checking himself for injury.“That definitely wasn’t Mrs. Pickles.”

Genny, face pinkwith embarrassment, punches him in the arm.

#modern au #meme ask #ask answers #aimless--archer #((mrs pickles is safely at home watching this amusing scene through the window))#python actions approved by mun #mun's fic

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