the me far off in the future is peering through glass at me somewhere 🍁🍂
I might end up editing this but just last week, our school held this huge campout just about everyone was to participate in. It was five hours away and I had the time of my life-- despite bearing the responsibilities of a squad leader on my shoulders and having to run and jog over rolling hills at every sounding whistle, it felt like being a little kid again.
I crept through and under rope and sand scattered over obstacle courses built for us-- I found dust and mud on my hands and simply rubbed them off, sprinting off to the next activity, the next endeavor-- wind blowing my hair back into my face and such. My eyes shone with something I felt was somewhat lost-- when I stood in line and I was given simple orders and lengthy instructions, I could have been mistaken for a puppy. What this feeling was was in the trees, it was in the winds that blew over the farms; the spirit of a certain freedom and childlikeness had made its way back to me, and I had danced with it and bounded across the grasses with it for as long as I could.
I know that I am here now and I may never find myself among the red narra again (we took a tour of the whole place. They told me the narra were rumored to be more than thirty years old. We all wondered what it would be like if they could speak) or in the woods I could never bring myself to forget, but perhaps you could find a girl-- no older than sixteen-- running, wind in her hair and face, running towards the second blow of a whistle or to the next thing she and her group would duly accomplish. Maybe you'll find traces of who I was in those precious moments, the me I left behind at camp-- she is still here, somewhat. But it's not quite the same.
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Let the latest patches add whatever new dialogue they write in, but Patch 0 gave me free range to ✨interpret✨ and this will forever be Greygold's canon, HA
For all intents, I did the hell heist as the last-last quest before the finale (So as to be fully prepared and supportive "finishing" babe's personal quest)
AND BECAUSE OF THIS, I was tired. Greygold was tired. I was ready to beat the game. I was rushing. STEALING FROM RAPHAEL WAS STRESSING ME OUT. and I dared not go back. So even though Greygold did not want to go through with Haarlep's "game", I couldn't have picked a worse time to forget about their "always another way" philosophy
Poor Half-orc was so determined not to fail Lae'zel's personal quest that, for once, ignored companion disapproval. And apparently, with Lae'zel not disapproving nakey Greygy, it looked like Babe was willing to retrieve that hammer no matter the cost either! Until Haarlep said they wanted nakey Greygy to play a "game" with them.
Babe disapproved that time. Babe, who's been cranky all this time, thought not even this way was worth getting the hammer for. Babe still cared about what happened to Greygold.
So by the gods, I happily reloaded and thankfully found a different way, HUAH. Thank you, Babe. Found out later that apparently going the Haarlep way would've suuuuucked. Saved by the babe.
Thus I concluded why Babe was so cranky and can't kiss to save her life (I'm looking at you patch 6). And why Greygold's never had another hrm- pleasant conversation with Emps since the last time.
Poor sleep-deprived Lae'zel was bugged as hell killer coconut not because she was mad at Greyg, but because she'd been burning through all of her energy and affection by trying to protect Greygold from any further illithidry influence.
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Twist my umbrella til it’s inside out, hand you a bouquet of rain
happy valentines!
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Redraw of Them kids :]
Maybe i'll color it
I could make a long post with each of their redesings and explain them, how do yall feel about that?
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"While it's fresh. I need everyone to tell me what they saw and heard, so that I can write it down. There will never be a better time."
Of all the accounts Loial gathered in Thakan'dar that day, the Aes Sedai's proved the most difficult to acquire. Those who remained were elusive, bustling around the Healing tents and churned fields. Nynaeve Sedai and her helpers, paying no heed to the fragility of Humans, were bringing back from the brink of death so many that a constant flow of barely healed soldiers and channelers shuffled toward the Travelling grounds, freeing much-needed beds inside the tents.
Moiraine Sedai would not answer his inquiries about the events at Shayol Ghul either, intent as she was on the care of a drawn, but gently chiding Tairen woman.
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this is the first time i'm explicitly putting a name to a character that canonically exists, xiao laopo doesn't count cos that's a title but madam lan didn't have a known title before she was madam lan, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
they're talking mad shit about u tho
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