#sorry squad

[activesplooger]

i need to get back on the fic grind…

[laspocelliere]

Day Thirteen: Butte

The heartbeat of nature.

They were words she hadn’t heard – wouldn’t hear, not for many years – but were written on the inside of her bones regardless. Imprinted, somewhere on her soul, where none could take it away. The sunrise over the hills of Thanalan was sharp and golden, warmer and wider than the watercolour mountain sunlight she’d first seen as a child. The one that had entranced her, and first opened that calling in the ice-packed recesses of her bruised heart, had become the resting place by which she measured every subsequent sunrise she made sure she was there to see.

Stretched out on her meagre bedroll, she watched the colours unfurl across the sky with something almost like reverence. Pearly pinks and dreamy purples wove in and out of fiery golden light, stretching across the desert horizon so fully that it was nearly impossible to find the edges of the world. From where she’d made her camp, near enough to the edge of the cliffside, it looked as though she were peering out from over the edge of the world.

Shifting onto her stomach, she watched the light grow stronger, chasing away the barren shadows from the land far below. Nearby, alerted to her movements, her chocobo lowered his head towards her, a gentle rumbling sound near-purring from his throat as he laid his feathery head near her arm. Absently, she stroked the soft down of his head, surprised at the fondness she felt for a creature she had only agreed to take on for practicality’s sake. 

It was only because of his gift of flight, after all, that had allowed her to spend the night safe atop this isolated butte. Steep enough on all sides to prevent anyone sneaking up, and high enough for her to see them coming anyway. A monolith in the desert, surrounded by an ocean of stars at night, and swimming with sand and sunlight at dawn. It was a raw, untouchable beauty, so far removed from the lush mountains and rivers of her childhood, that it all nearly caught in her throat just trying to breathe it all in.

Silent, yet strong.

With her fingers buried in the soft feathers of her chocobo’s head, his doelike eyes fallen shut with contentment at being petted, she stared forwards at the endless horizon as the sun rose. Somewhere beyond, there were people she’d been sent to meet, tied to her by the inexplicable curse she’d been saddled with from birth. The one that was suddenly being referred to as a gift. A Blessing.

Warrior of Light.

The title tasted strange in her mouth. Like metal.

Or blood.

She couldn’t say yet that she trusted these Scions that had appeared, nor Minfilia’s intentions. But they allowed her her space, and it kept coin in her pockets more steadily than it ever had been as a gladiator in Ul’dah, or the sellsword groups before that. That, at least, was worth seeing through, even if she didn’t necessarily believe that earnest look in the Antecedent’s eyes – the one that almost spelled out the word messiah in bright, crystal blue – when she looked at her. 

Sighing, the young adventurer, rolled over, her back pressing firm against the unforgiving rock beneath her. Her chocobo – she really should give him a name – rested his head comfortably somewhere near her shoulder, and she let her shoulderblades press into the bedroll, the dry dirt beneath, and the malms of solid stone beneath that. Beneath the cloudless sky, her arms were yet unblemished, her hands still to grow the callouses that would become permanent fixtures from years of swordplay. She slept through the nights without issue, and her mind was quiet.

In her mind, the horrors were behind her.

She was younger than she’d ever be, and had no idea of it.

Dawn broke over Thanalan, and she stared up into the sky as the colours changed. Until the blue was so bright she needed to shut her eyes against it.

Or be blinded.

[antropomorphine]

I’m so annoyed!

[justreadertings]

Not to put us ALL on blast but y'all ever think that maybe we collectively villainize Evalin- a character who cannonly represented comfort and hope for her daughter- way more than Rhoe bc of our OWN mommy issues??

Anyways... just thinkin about it

[michaelburnhamfanclub]

look i get that at this point the whole continuing act of making everyone michael's parental figure can get kind of redundant but like..these characters have been texturally referenced repeatedly as parental figures and disregarding that to ship them isn't great

[justreadertings]

Coffee Shop Rules Snippet

Ok so I’m on vacation and sharing an air bnb with my brothers who were YELLING at me to turn my computer off in our shared space lol, so I didn’t get part 2 done, but I can give you a snippet for now! Thank you so much for all the love, I definitely wasn’t expecting to turn this into a short fic or anything, but here we are! Hopefully it should be done tomorrow!

As soon as he picked up, all he’d heard was breathing. Shallow, watery breathing. He had said her name, probably a couple of times, but in retrospect, it was all very blurry. She hadn’t responded at first, just more of that shallow breathing. His heart had nearly fucking caved in on itself before she finally answered. His mother’s sad, tired eyes had gone wide, waiting both for his attention and to know what was going on.

But Aelin had said, “I should’ve called. I’m sorry.” Her voice was muffled. She wasn’t talking quite right. 

“What’s wrong?” He’d asked.

It took a long time before she said, “My nose. I think it’s broken.”

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[iicraft505]

The followers I gained for hockey during the Olympics watching me post House and whatever else:

[your-bread-friend-your-brother]

“Omg you have no tits” we’re literally in school??!!? Why would you say that in front of a teacher?!!? And you are the only one to leave a negative review so far?!? People like em so much actually I was fuckin’ ummmmm assaulted?!!?! and I am reminded of this and feel and relive it every time you think that making this joke is funny?!?!! So please stop??!!!?!! I literally just want to get through one day without being berated for this and other things?!!?!!? And have no where other than the void to put this energy?!? Panic and stress!