#just aaaaaaa

[carelesscuriosity]

Caramelinda Rocks my beloved, you make me insane

[add-atelier]

This meme but it's @neonponders and @stranger-rants whether I post Re8 Billy content

[caziemelon]

my greatest enemy rn is the canon character thoughts channel on the wwsmp discord.

[the-heaminator]

I think us, as the hetalia fandom, ship so prolifically because we know that without stupid romance what has hetalia got to offer us, I'll tell you what.

Pain, bloodshed, the sufferings of people who have lived though countless wars and lived to tell the tale, killed, maimed, often people close to their heart, or what's left of it

[mistfallengw2]

Been lowkey gravitating towards making SotO a sort of "sidetrack quest" for Aurelia, and seeing other people discuss stuff of that nature has only fanned the flames. The main reason for her to go along with all of it was the chance of learning about what happened to her in the Mists (she quite strongly doesn't want to know, but you know... she wants to understand whether that thing will remain non-issue for Tyria or not), but that's not what's happening and it is messing her up in new ways.

Lil' "reflection story" under read more because of SotO spoilers from the last chapter.

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Aurelia quietly approaches the figure near the cliff's edge, trying to shake off the thrill in her fur with each step. Peitha is silent and doesn't look at her, only a twitch in her posture acknowledging her presence. Supportive words die on the charr's fangs as she studies her expression. She doesn't need to guess, she knows what her ally is going through, and she knows better than to force unwanted advice when the wound is so fresh. Maybe it's the nayosian air taking a toll on her body, but honestly, she is not sure she even has the energy to do so anyway.

Half a year before this moment, Aurelia had stuck around and helped the Wizard's Court, thinking she'd be able to learn more about what had happened to her in the Mists.

Unknown entities pulling her into different dimensions was not something new to her, nor was finding out that a secret organization was doing something important for their own hushed reasons, but that day she had felt the distant void deep into her mind tug, and that idea had taken hold of her. Not knowing what caused that horror was the constant background noise of her sleepless nights, the quiet apprehension of whether that thing was safely in her forgotten past or something that Tyria would have to face sooner or later, the creeping fear that she was wasting time not preparing for yet another world-consuming crisis. Maybe that was her chance to find her own peace with it, or a new cause for the Pact. Anything was better than that limbo.

It all felt so promising at first: the Wizards seemed to know things about the Mists that the Priory could only dream of discovering, so it wasn't weird to assume that in the whole Wizard's Tower there could be something or someone that could give her at least a lead. Granted, the matter of Fractal experiments sparked anger and disgust in every single particle of her body, but they may have caught a glimpse of whatever it was in the process, maybe even gathered useful information. It was worth a shot despite all the things she was uncomfortable with, so the sooner that kryptis mess was resolved and she gained their trust, the faster she could put that anxiety to rest... and actually rest. She just had to play along their obsession with secrecy and save Tyria once more, then they'd have to lend her their knowledge for a little while, Zojja had assured her of it.

And then there was Peitha, a literal demon, who had sensed the mark that unknown thing had left on her, and even admitted that she instinctively feared whatever it was. Aurelia was called a fool for trusting the kryptis lady so easily, but that wasn't trust, not yet at that point, just... hope. If Peitha had sensed that quiet desperation as well, she didn't say, but after what happened, Aurelia felt more kinship with her than anyone else up there in the Tyrian skies, enough to decide to help her cause.

And yet, the more time passed, the more things started to unravel.

The white lie Aurelia had told to her family weighed heavily on her, but she kept telling herself that they were better off thinking her away on relaxing alone time every few months, just a call away from having an entire army and more descending from the sky to her aid if anything went awry. Ellara immediately knew she wasn't telling the whole truth, and her words of trust and comfort nearly broke her resolve, nearly made her ignore the call to action.

Meeting Isgarren was... not what Aurelia had hoped for. She had given him the benefit of the doubt at first, thinking him too preoccupied with what was happening after barely surviving Cerus, but things didn't improve -quite the opposite-, and the cracks in her hope deepended with each conversation shared with the seer. His insensitive words always grated her somewhere deep, somehow pinching her nerves more than those of many leaders she had dealt with, and yet, despite what she could best describe as heartless objectivity, he never mentioned anything about what had happened to her, even when she vagued about it. She doubted that was just courtesy, and she started to doubt he could -or would- help her in the search, though part of her was relieved at the idea of not having to stand him for any extended periods of time.

As for Zojja... Aurelia wanted to be supportive of the path her old friend had chosen -one she hoped she truly wanted-, but it hurt nonetheless to see someone desiring the kind of terrifying void she had gone through. But she knew what that sort of emptiness felt like, and she was willing to help, be there when it happened, ready on the other side to meet her and soften the blow. And yet, without a proper goodbye, the Zojja she knew was not there anymore, not where she could reach her.

Something had shifted then, before Aurelia even set foot in Nayos. She tried not to let it take hold, she'd long gotten used to disappointment, dead ends and going down paths laid down by others, but... she's tired, drained, alone. Her heart just does not feel in it, not without those who had always been at her side.

And in this moment, as Aurelia's weary stare moves from the pale face of her ally to the beam of eerie light coming from the fortified citadel suspended in the fog, something shifts again, uncomfortable.

It's certain that the nightmare she once survived is not in the Realm of Dreams, and the hope that her new friends can help her search for it has mostly faded, but she is needed there and that's enough for her. When Peitha will call her again, she won't leave her and the Astral Ward to face the tyrant alone, she has to leave again and save Tyria like always. Fool's errand or not, Commander or Wayfinder, that's what she is good for, and she has faced worse than that, after all. It's a small flicker of determination -at this point she's not even sure it can count as hope or desperation-, but if she can't get the answers from those who are on her side, maybe Eparch could be her best shot at her original goal. With any luck, fighting him will lead to him teasing and taunting her with something, anything. Better than nothing for sure. She sighs, and it dies down again. Her emotions checked out a while ago, even the panic she should be feeling right now is muted, and she knows she has just been going through the motions of what's by now her own nature.

Save the farm.

Then kill the demon that sleeps nearby.

Hope there'll be no more loss to mourn.

[immortalspacelesbian]

need to talk about jillian or mother superion or both i am

[hekcart]

Ya boy did some tests and I am SO happy flapping and kicking my feet

[roseofdarkness0]

like a fisherman casting his line to the sea every now and then i search up a random topic in your blog and scroll down and am either terrified, dazzled, dazed, confused, scared, existential crisis, in a state of terror and frustration, and in deep awe as I get a look into someone invested in 20 thousand fandoms and different topics. with each post I look deeper in I am either more confused or more awed. thank you for your service

^my reaction this joining after reading this as I awoke from my two hour power nap before travelling just AAAHSHJSJDKDKDKR THABK YOU???? I DID NOT EXPECT IT!!!

literary when I read this I was giggling and flapping my hands like mad and just shjejeje thank youuuuuuu I literary made this my new keyboard wallpaper, I can't see shit but will that stop me? Never

I'm glad you get to enjoy or like expierence my blog with different emotions just ebjdjrjr as it says in my blog summary, I made this when I was youngish and just didn't stick to a theme, which by the way, fun facts! I chosen my username to be a little goblin and made people wonder if my url/blog name is cut off, like it's roseofdarkness0 and usually people would put 01 or 02 or something but it's just small troll I even got caught in lmao

This blog was primary for rebloging whatever found interesting, (as you noticed I am in a lot of fandom spaces and change them semi regularly) ain't don't tend to tag unless it's my own work or idea or reply to one of the tag games. I understand it may be frustrating if people prefer to use tagging systems and stuff but yeah

I am writing this for the past two days, started when travelled home for Christmas and now just finishing it up but still just this brough me so much joy!!!! I loved this enough to make it my keyboard :D

I apologise for random lore drops but I just couldn't help myself. I hope you got wonderful holidays and that everyone else who read this does too just djdjdjdnd I am just so fucking happy and thank youuu