#archerofanarchy

[prideandpiracy]

I love how the phrase ‘For Fuck’s Sake Coda / God Damn It Coda’ have essentially become catchphrases on @ratpackrpg 

Like I spend each week wondering how my son is going to fuck things up next time. Not if, but how. Because it’s pretty much guaranteed at this point.

[sighs] I love him so much

[prideandpiracy]

You and Axel are killing me with all the canaan writing

Haha thank you for saying so! I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Well, I don’t know if ‘enjoying’ is the word, but thank you for suffering along with us :P

[irishthings]

if we're still doing school trips that got schools banned from something, my school got banned from going to the Ploughing Championships because we started a mud fight that made the local news.

I mean, there’s surely no better place for a mud fight

[prideandpiracy]

As of episode 12 of @ratpackrpg it is canon that Ranaan hangs lil’ trinkets on Coda’s horns when he’s not looking, and I sort of love that.

[ratpackrpg]

Author: @archerofanarchy (Axel, Ranaan Redcastle)

Setting: The Hawk & Jester Inn, After Episode 11

Characters: Ranaan Redcastle, Isidora Tanner

“Ranaan. 𝑅𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑎𝑛.”

The buzzing in his head was quieter. Or further away. He couldn’t decide. It definitely was not as loud as the two syllables he could hear Isidora shouting somewhere above the inky blackness of sleep. He had to shake off more than a few layers of grogginess before he recognised them as his name.

𝑅𝑎𝑁𝑎𝐴𝐴𝐴𝐴𝑎𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑛𝑛… 𝑓𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑚𝐸𝐸𝐸𝐸… 𝐶𝐴𝑙𝐿 𝑚𝐸𝐸𝐸… 𝐵𝑂𝑌. 𝑦𝑂𝑈 𝑁𝐸𝐸𝐸𝐸𝐸𝐸𝐸𝐸𝐸𝐷 𝑀𝐸.

There was room to think. Room to say no. It was like someone had dumped a bucket of icy water down the back of his chainmail. He threw a hand up over his eyes and groaned. “I’m up. I’m up.”

“Good.” Isidora’s usually melodious voice was sharp as a knife. He winced and shoved himself up onto his elbows. The bard was standing by the door to his room, hands on hips and a scowl on her face.

“Where’s Coda?” she asked.

𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑂𝑂𝑂𝑂𝐿𝐿𝐿𝐷. 𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑. 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑. 𝑝𝑖𝑖𝑖𝐼𝐼𝐸𝐸𝐸𝐸𝐶𝐸𝑆. 𝑐𝑎𝐿𝐿 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑎𝑎𝐴𝐴𝐴𝐴𝐶𝐾.

Ranaan scrubbed the sleep from his eyes, trying to push the muffled staccato into the back of his mind where he could ignore it better.

“Ranaan!”

He winced at how loud and bright Isidora’s voice was. Had it always been that way? Was it just a hangover? Or had the sticky swarm in his mind muffled everything?

“I… I don’t know where Coda is,” he managed to say. Why did she think he knew where Coda… oh.

“Well, Esme said that Rizbit said that you two…” Isidora trailed off with a pointed stare at him, and Ranaan didn’t need her to finish her sentence. Memories began trickling in past the awful buzz, and a sudden vice clamped around his chest.

Cᴏᴅᴀ’s ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ.

It was the first thought he could attribute to his own voice in gods knew how long. The other side of the bed was stone cold. He placed a hand on it, running the other through his hair and resisting the urge to pull.

“Look. Get up and go find him. We’re leaving for Dagdum soon.”

Isidora left, and Ranaan stared at the closed door for several moments afterwards, trying to wrestle his thoughts into some sort of workable order.

𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎℎ𝐻𝐴𝐴𝐴𝐴𝐴𝑎𝑎𝑎𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑢𝑢𝑢𝑢𝑢… 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝐴𝐿𝐿𝐿𝐿 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑢𝑢𝑢𝑢𝑢… 𝑤ℎ𝑦𝑦𝑦𝑦𝑦𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑢𝑢𝑢…. 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑂𝑂𝑂𝑂𝑂𝑂𝑂𝐿𝐷. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑖𝑖𝑖𝑖𝐼𝐼𝐼𝐼𝑆𝑆𝑆𝑆 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑒…. 𝑖’𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑂𝑂𝑂𝑂𝑂𝑂𝑁𝐿𝑌 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑, 𝑅𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑎𝑎𝑎𝑎𝑎𝑎𝑎𝑎𝑎𝐴𝐴𝐴𝐴𝐴𝑛. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑛𝑛𝑛𝐸𝐸𝐸𝐸𝐸𝐸𝐸𝐸𝐸𝑑 𝑚𝑒, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑖𝑖𝐼𝐼𝐼𝐼𝐼𝐼𝐼𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒…. 𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝑇𝐻𝑂𝑈𝑆𝐴𝑁𝐷. 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑. 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠….

He threw himself out of the bed and buried his face in the washbasin on the desk. The cool water did nothing to mute the angry hissing in his head, and he whimpered out a stream of bubbles. He kept his head under the water until the burn of his lungs begging for air drowned out everything else, and only when the edges of his blurry vision began to go black did he throw his head back and suck down a huge gulp of air.

He realised that his machete was missing as he laced up his boots, and his sword hand began to itch with the desire to pull it back to him. The buzz grew louder, surging into his consciousness and making him wince. He clenched his fists so hard that his fingernails drew blood from his palms.

Gᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ. Gᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅ Cᴏᴅᴀ.

That thought was his too, and it was immediately plagued with bitterness and self-doubt. Coda hadn’t stayed. That much was glaringly obvious, and it stung like a slap to the face. Did Coda want to be found? Did Ranaan even want to find him?

He pushed himself to his feet and steadied himself on the door frame, the vice clamping around his chest again and making him gasp like a frightened child. The angry buzz of voices surged again, vicious and unrelenting.

𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑂𝑂𝑂𝑂𝑂𝑂𝑅𝑅𝐺𝐸𝑇 ℎ𝑖𝑚. ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝐸𝐹𝑇. ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑛𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑑𝑜. 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑒’𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑂𝑂𝑂𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑎𝑎𝑎𝑎𝐴𝐴𝐴𝐴𝑎𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑢𝑢𝑢𝑢𝑢…….. 𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑖𝑖𝑖𝑖𝐼𝐼𝐼𝐼𝐼𝐼𝑖𝑖𝑖𝑖𝑖𝑐ℎ…… 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑙𝑙𝑙𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝐺𝑂𝑂𝑂𝑂𝑂𝑂𝐿𝐷. 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑢𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘. 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑢𝑠 𝐵𝐴𝐶𝐾. 𝐶𝐴𝐿𝐿 𝑈𝑆 𝐵𝐴𝐶𝐾.

[ryuichifoxe]

cornbeefroast replied to your post “superbibliophile answered your question “For those of you who have...”

I've only just seen Holland but I do know that Widowmaker and hanzo can have a fun dynamic, they're both snipers, so kinda like how Kell and Holland are both antari?

That’s originally why I never stopped to consider Reaper as an option, because Widow and Hanzo’s potential for banter. But idk

archerofanarchy answered your question “For those of you who have read/like the darker shade book, between...”

they both work, but personally i'd lean more towards Reaper.

Y’all have gone and split the vote now :’D

[lindira]

archerofanarchy replied to your post “What even is Digimon? It’s like annoying wanna-be Pokemon…”

it's the darkest Pokémon timeline

intelligentwolf replied to your post “What even is Digimon? It’s like annoying wanna-be Pokemon…”

Digimon confuses the heck out of me.

I asked my son to explain it to me, and it really does sound like Pokemon... but digital...?? ,,,,somehow?? Then he started talking about zombies and platypuses and cyborg platypuses, which I’m assuming are not part of the show. XD

[lindira]

archerofanarchy replied to your post “I’m thinking about streaming more of Aeric’s PT tonight… maybe around...”

i have the week off work, so if i'm awake at 4am i'll pop in and say hi.

Awesome! (But if you get tired, don’t make yourself stay up on my account!)