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isolatedphenomenon · 11 months

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“For Rupert,” said Laney. “Do you have another boyfriend that might be lurking in the Graves’s dungeon?” said Spider.

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“You and your girlfriend having little secret conferences without us?” said Grey.

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The sound made Rupert shiver. “Your girlfriend’s the one who nabbed me,” she said. “Didn’t invite Farris for some reason.”

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“I need to get to work, and so does Doc,” said Susie, as Doc nodded gruffly. “Jack, you got your people?” “Yes’m,” Jack told the woman.

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“They’d left Dadlus alive. Your people."

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“I’m hurt, Jack. Don’t you think, if I stole one of yours, that I would have the decency to make sure you knew all about it?"

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“But also, yes, Jack, you’re special. You’re Rupert’s,” she explained. “That matters to me.” “Me, too,” he said

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“Marian understands sticking with your own; she and I just both didn’t know that you lot were mine.”

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“I’m a stranger.” “You’re Uncle Jack’s,” she said. “You’re not.”

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“I don’t want it to be like this,” said Rupert. “I don’t want to leave holes in people, good people, my people.”

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Laney lifted her head and told Jack on the upper bunk, “He’s bright, this adopted kid of yours.”

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“I have a feeling,” Laney croaked into the darkness, “that was our boys.”

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The sentry Jack was relieving glanced at Jack as he climbed up onto the platform and said, “This yours?” Grey looked up at Jack.

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“They’re not strange, they’re mine,” said Jack.

- Leagues and Legends by E. Jade Lomax

#obsessed with the main crew getting called each other's partners and just like fully not acknowledging it #and the related phenomenon of them going 'mine. ours.'#anyway i'm on lal lockdown for the foreseeable future pals #leagues and legends #beanstalk #echoes of a giantkiller #remember the dust #1

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echoesofagiantkiller · 11 months

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But at the base of Jack’s ladder, the closest anyone would come to the scattered magic still hissing and dripping down, there was a girl with short gold curls and Jack knew every one of her names.

- Remember the Dust, by E. Jade Lomax

#rereading this series and oh boy #I love them so much #remember the dust #beanstalk #leagues and legends

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colloquialcolors · 2 years

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a compilation of some Leagues & Legends: Remember The Dust quotes, just so i can have them in one place for me to look at:

“Shay decided she didn’t like me on day one,” said Laney.

“You wouldn’t normally let that stop you,” said Jack. “You won Heads over, and the mage teachers, and Sarge, and all they saw when they met you was a little girl.”

“Well, she sees a threat and that’s a harder thing to deny,” said Laney.

“Lane,” said Jack, when her voice stuttered to a stop. “I’m sorry.”

She shrugged, a jerky motion, and then straightened her spine. “That doesn’t do anything useful.”

“I’m not trying to be useful,” said Jack. He took a small step towards her. She wavered and then buried her face in his shoulder.

Laney didn’t cry, just inhaled and exhaled sharply, her fingers pressing into Jack’s ribs. The dark loomed around them and Jack was grateful. If it had been broad daylight Laney would still be standing with that straight, careful spine, looking at that unmarked bulls-eye and forbidding her hands to shake.

Rupert had spent the truck ride back from Challenge mostly drugged, lunging for escapes and struggling in moments of lucidity.

Once deposited in the lab, he’d spent three days charging every time they opened a door, kicking at technicians and guards. This got him bruised, drugged again, and no closer to escape.

On day four he got up, changed into the civilian clothes he’d laid out the night before, and made up his bed in precise regulation folds. Head-on struggle was clearly ineffective. Rupert was a strategist at heart anyway. Time to go back to his roots.

People always asked her what she had done with her village. (She had buried them). They never asked about the dragon—she had killed him, yes. But she had also buried him. She was good with a shovel.

“This isn’t your business,” said Grey. “Laney, stop it.”

“What are you afraid of?” said George.

“It’s just not your business,” he said, trying for angry. “You left your war, okay? It’s not your fight anymore. There’s responsibility to be had here and you’ve had enough.”

George’s hackles rose and fell. Grey scowled but his hands scrambled over papers.

“You can’t sit with your back to a door,” he said. “I knock over my coffee and you go for a knife before you go to save your notes. You read about potatoes and you just keep getting happier.”

“Pip,” said Laney.

“You’re out. We’re not, and I’m not going to drag you back in.” He squeezed the rim of his chair with hands that looked like his sister’s.

“I’m not planning anything. My whole— everything just—”

“You’re planning to get into a research lab to get your practical skills better. You’re planning to delve more into material sciences, and the history of seacoast thespianism. You’re planning to keep an eye on Jack, to irritate Laney enough that she gets that edge in her voice that means she’s paying attention, that she’s present. You’re planning on using the remains of your father’s horrors to build something worthwhile.”

“I’m fine,” she said. “I am—I’m breathing: I’m walking; I developed a new spell knot last week; my reports are meticulous. I’m fine. I’m terrified that wherever Rupert is, he’s not. He’s not,” she said.

“I let him be,” said Rupert.

“That’s doing nothing,” she said, irritated.

“No,” said Rupert. “It’s not.”

It doesn’t matter what kind of power you carry in your pockets if you don’t know how to use it.

“So yes—I’m treating you like I treat people. That means when you’re hurting, if I can help I probably will. That means that if you’re hurting other people, I will stop you.”

“You’re yelling now.”

He smiled, a sliver of a thing. “I am not. You know I’m not. But you need to get that into your head—you don’t get to use me to make yourself feel better, and you don’t get to use me to make you feel worse either. You just get to be. Congrats. Welcome to the rest of the world, Miss Graves. You get to figure out how to live with yourself.”

She had gone completely still—a stone maiden. People talked about her like she was a medusa, but maybe she was just cold marble left behind in a monster’s garden. “I want to live,” she said. “I want out because I want to live, okay, is that enough for you? Have I earned it, then, bared my soul enough? Are you satisfied, with your checklists and your forms and all the little boxes to fill in about whether or not I’m worth saving? I want to live,” she said, “and I don’t even know what it means. But it’s not this and it’s not where I was, and I want...”

“Okay,” he said. If her chin was trembling (just a little), then her hands were folded gently in her lap, elegant long-fingeredthreats. “Okay,” said Rupert. “Me, too.”

“So if you do things on purpose, you think that makes it better?”

“Sometimes it makes it worse,” said Rupert. “That’s why you need to be careful what you do.”

Grey’s voice was small. “Are you?”

“Never enough,” Rupert said.

"Hey, no—I don’t care what it means here, I don’t care what it’s causing or not causing—you were a kid and you did something impossible because you wanted so badly to be something more than what you were told that you were. They said you couldn’t shoot and you did. You were the best at it, at all of it. You are the best, Lane, at what you do, and it doesn’t matter what you do.”

"Jack—he listens to people when he meets them. He learns their stories and the things they want. Rupert always found out what they needed. They’ve met so many more worlds—worlds, right? That’s what that is, people’s lives and all the things they know and think and have seen that I never have—Jack’s met so many more than me. I haven’t seen any life but mine. I haven’t been looking for any world but this one. I missed them. I’ve been collecting facts and little details, lists of things—because if I just swallow all those down maybe there won’t be room for—” He looked up at her. Ana was waiting, which she was so very good at. He wondered how many worlds she had met. He wondered how many had been stolen from her.

“Congratulations, new terrible things have happened to me. I’m still me. Different nightmares—but the nightmares aren’t true. The world was broke before all this happened, and it still is, but I still get to do more with my life than save it.”

“I feel safer when she’s here,” said Grey, almost spitting it. “She’s so many people’s nightmare. She’s got so many nightmares, but I sleep better when she’s in a room. She’d hurt anything, but not me—you know how many terrifying people I get to feel safe with? You’re all scarier than anything out to get me, and I get to feel safe, and everyone else gets to hide.”

“If you had really been gone, Rupe, we would never have gotten over it. We’d be okay, we’d be happy even, make new friends and new homes and new ambitions—but you would always matter. You would always be gone and we would always miss you.”

Rupert had his head ducked now. Jack pulled his hands from his pockets, letting them hang loose and open.

“And that’s okay, Rupe.”

“It’s not.”

“Take it up with whoever invented mortality,” said Jack. “One day one of us is gonna miss the other. You want me to hate myself, if I end up going first? You can live through losing people, Rupe. I don’t want to live through not having them.”

He looked at Laney and Rupert put a sticky date roll on one of her knees.

“You think I’d be used to missing him,” said Laney. Jack sat up and pressed close to one side, so she fit her head under his chin and exhaled out. Laney reached up to where Rupert was still half-crouching awkwardly within arm’s reach. She pulled him down and he dropped to his knees, then to sitting, his head falling gently to her shoulder. She took apart the roll and ate it piece by piece, then licked her fingers clean.

Laney closed her eyes and tried to pretend this was the whole world, right here. This was all. Rupert’s arm was warm on her side, his long fingers on her knee. Jack’s heartbeat and even breathing blocked out every noise leaking through the canvas walls, if she listened hard enough, so she did.

His hands were easy and familiar on the camels’ flanks. She had spent all her childhood watching these beasts of burden move and bicker around her. She had spent the last few years watching Rupert move this slow, this careful, and this kind, and here they both were.

Jack pulled back, smiling, and said, “Remember to fall down, now and again, alright?”

George snorted. “You know,” she said, “he never told me that?” She still had one hand fisted in the fabric of Jack’s shirt. “He never did. I think he thought—that I’d had enough bruises. That I might shatter. I think he realized it wasn’t advice for everybody, or that it was, and I just wasn’t everybody.”

The warehouse was vast and mostly dark around them. Gloria talked nonstop in the distance while Laney drew out protective circles on her knees.

“He told you,” George said, almost a whisper. “He told random kids. He told Bidi. Falling down, the bravest thing he knew.”

Jack said, “Maybe he thought you’d spat out enough bravery for other people. Or maybe he thought you already knew.”

She squeezed his arms and then stepped back. “Be good, Jackie.”

He was getting a good hold on the balance of this now. He was walking and it felt like walking, not like he was teetering, about to fall.

Jack went to sleep, and when he woke in the morning he was rested.

#whoops i should probably sleep now #lets see if the brainweasels will cooperate now. i probably should have started doing this with beanstalk but i just finished RTD and im.#FULL OF FEELINGS OKAY.#there isnt nearly enough grey in here but if i ever do Echoes he'll get plenty of it im just thinking about rupert. and george.#sysfandoming #leagues and legends #remember the dust #quote #l&l

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oswaldide · 2 months

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Hello! List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last ten people that reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers :D

I finished reading Remember the Dust by Jade E. Lomax yesterday and I still think about the charaters and their found family a lot

2. I can hear children laughing and shouting from the open window at work (the weather is shit but kids will be kids) (yes i'm at work sue me)

3. During lunch break I found a bumblebee on the street and picked it up so it wouldnt be driven over. It was so very cute and let me carry it for a few hundred meters

4. I found some kind of book collection nearby that the owners are trying to get rid of cheap so i'll check that out soon and get some nice copies of classics

5. I just stumbled upon the phrase love is stored in the peanut from last year again, which is about my dad peeling lots of nuts for me as a child because I loved eating them but hated the peeling

phew I think I really needed this today! :)

#love is stored in the peanut #remember the dust #It was a little hard to think of 5 #im in a stressful stretch of the year #and the sun is not even shining

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wazzi2ya · 2 months

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Angel: I love your bigass, unkempt eyebrows.

Husk: I love your small flat ass.

Angel: I love how you cough a hairball every morning as soon as you get up from bed.

Husk: I love how you clog the shower drain with all the hair you shed every day.

Angel: I love how you own one pair of pants and never wash them.

Husk: I love how you use every pot and pan in the kitchen when cooking and never clean up after yourself.

Charlie, watching from afar: Hey, uh, are they alright? Sounds like they're fighting.

Vaggie: Nah, they're good.

Vaggie: None of them have ever dated anyone who they could be honest to, so they're unloading.

Vaggie: They do it once a week.

#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #angelhusk #remember kids #communication is the key to a healthy relationship #btw husk does truly love angel's small ass. fits in one hand #and angel does love Husk's bigass eyebrows. makes him look tough

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twinstxrs · 2 months

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this is such a simple but good bad kids friendship moment to me. fabian being the first one to say hi to gorgug when he shows up in the middle of the investigation, followed by fig. gorgug saying hi but communicating that he doesn’t want to talk & them both not understanding but going “okay.” gorgug saying hi to riz as a form of acknowledgement even though he’s in full blown investigative mode & probably hasn’t realized gorgug is there yet. gorgug feeling comfortable enough to just put on his headphones & unwind while sitting there with his friends. they’ve come so far from freshman year ❤️

#THEY ALL UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER SO MUCH NOW THEY’RE ALL FRIENDS I LOVE THEM #not pictured: kristen waving & adaine giving a vague acknowledgment from their spot on the floor surrounded by books.#adaine would do more but she’s still trying to get all the dust out of her eyes.#fantasy high #dimension 20 #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #gorgug thistlespring #fabian seacaster #riz gukgak #fig faeth #kristen applebees #adaine abernant #the bad kids #yea kristen adaine technically not mentioned in the main post but i felt bad not including them in tags so #THAT’S FAMILY!!!!#remember when fabian punched gorgug in the stomach. remember when fabian & fig socially ruined gorgug… we’ve come so far!

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isolatedphenomenon · 11 months

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on love:

He laughed, the deep boom a ten-year-old Jack had always hopped his own high chortle would grow up to be. “It’s not about being a husband, Jack, or raising a family. It’s not that. That woman and this family is what I fell in love with, but that’s me, not you. It’s the falling in love, Jack. That’s what gives you meaning and makes you stand tall. It’s finding something worth building.” Light filtered down through the bush’s tangled branches. “What are you in love with, Jack?”

Beanstalk by E. Jade Lomax

“Jack’s a romantic,” said George. “Less so, after Liam, but still more than he claims. He thinks if you love hard enough, things will be okay. There’s a poem or something somewhere—love cures a multitude of sins.”

Echoes of a Giantkiller by E. Jade Lomax

“Is there always evidence when things happen?” said Jill. “Someone goes brain-dead and they could just be sleeping, except they don’t wake up. You fall in love—what evidence?” “Pupils dilating,” George told the ceiling. “Not the kind of love I mean,” said Jill.

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“Let them take care of you,” she said. “They love you, Rupert, and they want to be there for you. Let them.” “Couldn’t stop them if I tried,” he said. His cheeks had pinked, but he was keeping a straight face. “Don’t try,” said Miz Eliza

Remember the Dust by E. Jade Lomax

#do any of the baby rangers+ actually Need to Say they love each other to prove they do? no #shoutout to miz eliza for vocalizing it anyway #leagues and legends #remember the dust #echoes of a giantkiller #beanstalk #1

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chaoticace2005 · 2 months

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Henroin (Angel's dad), running into Angel Dust:

Henroin: …Ant-Hony?

Angel: That’s right! It’s me. Your son. And it’s ANTHONY, dad.

Henroin: No. A-N-T-H-O-N-Y. I named you!

Angel: You ruined my life!

Henroin: How could I ruin your life?! I wasn’t even there!

Everyone else at the hotel: *standing there confused as fuck*