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@galadae Ariane showers you with flower petals and wishes you a very happy birthday!
couldn't decide for the life of me which one i liked better, but some very purple Shion splashart style photos! happy birthday @galadae, i hope it's a perfectly purple one 💜
hey kels!! happy birthday!!! I hope you have a good day 💗
ty han!!! 💗💗💗
📻 for affair au!
ty han!! 🩷
If you asked me I would stay I have to leave He's on his way No you taste like Suburbia Two cars and custom furniture You're walk-in closet rendezvous I wish that i was home to you He loves you cause you listen Be a shame is he found out what we were doing in the kitchen
suburbia - devon again: probably self-explanatory 😂 corishtola are having an affair in the fortemps manor while haurche is away! on a less obvious note, cori is definitely being pressured and pushed into a more traditional marriage and lifestyle that they have never really considered if they really want or not. but as much as she cares about haurche, ishgard/foundation isn't her home, shtola is. and it would be a shame if he found out what they were doing in the kitchen!
14 and 72?
ty hannah!!
14. paul revere - noah kahan
72. rest of our lives - the light the heat
mustard, sepia and raspberry 💛🤎❤️
send me colors
mustard: you have correct takes on literally everything
sepia: you think you’re soooo funny don’t you? well you are
raspberry: I want to be your friend 🥺
TY I’m sending all of this right back at you!!!!!!!!!!! 🥺💚
omg happy birthday!! I hope you have a lovely day and treat yourself 🎂🥳
thank you so much hannah!!!!!!! 😊💜
the mirren wip 👀
ty hannah!! <3
Mirren fic is more a collection of stuff filling in Mirren's backstory from when she left Tol Covere through the start of the game, mostly stuff with Aeran so far but some stuff before that, too. i've changed some of her lore since i last worked on this and have other fics planned for bits that this only skims over but I'd still like to work on it when i get back to wfr! anyway here are some parts i like :3
Mir and her sister before she gets on the ship to leave. idk how to write children im sorry 😭
She has no idea where the Wayfarer Order calls home. She doesn’t know, once she gets off the ship at their destination, how long it will be before she sees the sea again. She’s not sure she’s ever gone a day without seeing it, and has definitely never gone long without feeling its presence nearby. She misses it already. Elaine swings around and plants herself in front of Mirren. “You’re a child. This is kidnapping.” Not if your parents agree to it, she thinks bitterly, for the low price of a few hundred crowns. She does not say it aloud, because she does not think Elaine knows what her parents did, what she overheard while sneaking through the secret passageways in their home. Elaine would never forgive them for that, and what good would that do either of them? Mirren still has to leave, and Elaine still has to stay. “I’m not a child,” she says instead, opening her eyes and fake glaring at her sister. Wisps of Elaine’s red hair, a darker shade than her own, float around her face, escaping from her bun. “I’m ten.”
this next part is actually moving to tol covere fic (mir and aeran go to tol covere, mir's first time back since she was 10) when i write it (i will!!!!!) but i like it :)
He watches her carefully, and for a moment she desperately wants him to ask. About the message, about the woman waiting for her, about what her life was like when she was roaming the island at ten, her whole life still in front of her. She wants to tell him—that’s my sister, she wants to see me, I knew every street in the city with my eyes shut and I can still taste the salt in the air when I think of home. But he won’t ask, he never does, never pries, and she won’t tell him, will keep everything inside until the pressure of it cracks her chest wide open.