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blossom--of--snow · 6 months

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Happy birthday, @glittermermaid18!

When Darcy proposed a long weekend in the Hamptons with Fauve, Maggy almost missed the caution in his tone, like tip toeing around shards of glass. “She is too small,” she said, not looking up from the work she brought home.

“We aren’t, and she won’t be out of our sight for a second.” When Maggy didn’t respond, Darcy moseyed around his partner’s desk and sat on the edge. Maggy felt his gaze on her, imploring her to look at him, but she refused, so she didn’t see the look he sent heavenward, as he often did when he wished Teddy would help him from where he hoped she rested.

“She can’t be denied things because you’re afraid, Maggy.”

Darcy had stepped right on a shard. With rage hot in her tears, Maggy glared up at him. “Until you know the gaping emptiness I feel when I open my eyes every morning, until you carry the guilt I live with, you have no right—”

“I don’t,” Darcy admitted, his voice and his touch soft as he wiped her tears away. “But I love you, so I’m risking your anger so that you don’t do something you’ll hate yourself for later.” With a frustrated sigh, Maggy leaned into Darcy’s touch, and he knelt before her. “Let me take you away. Let Fauve explore someplace new and horse around in the ocean with me. You’ll have a good laugh watching her pummel me with her pool toys in the name of piracy.”

Finally, Maggy smiled. “It’s your own fault for reading her Peter Pan.”

Letting his hand fall to Maggy’s knees, Darcy scoffed. “How was I supposed to know she wouldn’t latch on to one of the lost boys? Or Peter for that matter?”

Maggy tutted at him. “In the film, the pirates had catchier tunes.”

Darcy arched an eyebrow. “And who took her to see that?”

Smiling at the memory of Fauve in her lap at the pictures, Maggy held out a hand. “Coconspirators?”

Instead of shaking Maggy’s hand, Darcy kissed the back of it. “Always.”

Maggy knew Darcy had been right the second Fauve saw the ocean. Fauve, who always had something to say, gaped at the expanse of the water that stretched on to the furthest horizon. Even so, Maggy eyed the tide warily, watching it lap at the shore, hungry for more of what was left of her family.

Fauve squirmed in her hold. “Magali, you’re hugging me too tight.”

Darcy’s hands massaged her shoulders. It’s alright, she felt him say. I’m right here. We’re both right here.

“I’m sorry, darling.” Maggy had insisted on carrying the four-year-old all the way down to the stretch of private beach, and now knelt down with Fauve so that she wouldn’t have to let go when her granddaughter’s feet first touched the sand.

Fauve gasped and giggled at the grainy feeling of the sand tickling her toes.

“What do you think, Fauve?” Darcy squatted down on Fauve’s other side, his smile brighter than the sun glistening on the water.

“It’s so big,” Fauve gasped.

So vast, Maggy thought, full of riptides and undercurrents and—

“Take me in, Darcy!”

“Wait!” The urgency in her tone must have scared Fauve, for her eyes were wide when she looked up at her grandmother. “I’m sorry, my darling,” she said, trying to smile. “I just don’t want you to go in without your little bubble.”

As Maggy rummaged through her bag for the floatation device, Fauve tugged on her arm. “Darcy can hold me! I want to go in!”

Luckily, Maggy wrenched the buoy out of the bag before Fauve’s impatience could mount into a tantrum, or worse, defiance. “Ah, here we are! Come here.” Fauve slipped her arms through the straps of the device, situated on her back, but Maggy’s hands shook as she tried to fasten the straps around Fauve’s stomach.

Darcy crawled next to her and took each of her trembling hands in his. “I’ll finish up here,” he said, the levity in his tone for Fauve’s benefit and the kiss on Maggy’s cheek for hers. “Why don’t you lay out the towels, Maggy? I’ll come up and set up the umbrella for you after I introduce Fauve to the sea. We can take it from here, can’t we, Captain?”

“We can, Smee!”

Forcing herself not to kiss Fauve goodbye, Maggy rose as Darcy tore his shirt over his head and hoisted Fauve over his shoulder. Even wound up by anxiety, Maggy couldn’t help but smile at her granddaughter’s peals of laughter as Darcy hoisted her onto his shoulders, and let her eyes linger over the muscles in Darcy’s back as he jogged toward the surf. She managed to pretend to focus on laying out their towels, but as soon as she heard a splash, her head snapped up. Darcy sat with Fauve on the sandbar, holding his hands up in front of his face as Fauve stood, unleashing an aquatic assault.

For the first time all morning, Maggy laughed.

Throughout the day, Maggy pretended to pay attention to her book, while studiously watching Fauve, but eventually it became about watching Darcy with Fauve. He’d loved Fauve from the day Maggy brought her home, and as Fauve grew, so did his involvement in her life. Fauve would not suffer the consequences of the lack of a father figure in her life, not like her mother had.

And that, even though Fauve and Darcy’s relationship delighted Maggy to no end, darkened Maggy’s thoughts as she watched them—the idea that Teddy might be alive if Maggy had only said yes to Darcy the first time he asked her to marry him. In Fauve’s giggles, Maggy could hear Teddy’s, and she found herself wiping tears from her eyes as Fauve ran toward her, tottering on the uneven sand.

“Magali, will you come build a sandcastle with us?”

The thought of going near the water made Maggy want to scream, but there was nothing she wouldn’t do for Fauve. “First, let me put some more lotion on your pink little cheeks.”

“I like pink.”

Maggy produced the sunscreen from her bag of tricks with a barely suppressed giggle. “You won’t like it later. Viens ici, ma cherie.” She squeezed a couple of dabs on her thumbs and rubbed them into Fauve’s cheeks. This close to Maggy, Fauve could reach out and touch her grandmother’s wet cheek.

“Are you sad, Magali?”

Maggy kissed one of Fauve’s hands, covered in sand. “I was, but you’re here now, and we’re going to build a castle.”

“I should have moved the umbrella when you came to build the sandcastle with us.” Darcy massaged after-sun lotion into Maggy’s skin as they lay in bed together that afternoon. She lay on her stomach, topless, with her pink skin exposed to Darcy’s capable hands. “I’m sorry, cupcake.”

“It’s not so bad,” Maggy said, trying not to wince. “You get me topless in the middle of the day, and I get a massage.”

Darcy hummed and fanned out his fingers to skim the sides of her breasts. “I win on both fronts.” Maggy’s low laughter gave way to an easy silence, and Darcy almost thought Maggy had fallen asleep until she spoke again.

“Thank you for taking such good care of Fauve today.”

His work done, Darcy lowered himself onto his stomach next to Maggy, pressing a kiss to her forehead, warm from the sun. “It was fun.”

“Even when you were swallowing saltwater?”

“I’m sure I deserved it.” A heavy silence descended then, both of them thinking of Teddy, the reason for Maggy’s anxiety about Fauve, but Darcy broke it. “You don’t have to thank me, you know. It’s never…a chore, taking care of you and Fauve however I can.”

However I’ll let you, Maggy thought bitterly. “I know I don’t,” she said, “but you don’t have to take care of us. In fact, I’ve spent the better part of our relationship fighting you on that front.” And it might have cost Teddy her life. “But you persist in showing us you love us when most men would run for the hills.”

With Maggy’s back covered with lotion, Darcy dismounted and lay on his stomach beside his lover. “I’m not running anywhere without you.”

Maggy propped herself up on her elbows and kissed his tanned shoulder. If only life had not been so unkind to that naïve child she’d once been. That child would have married Jason Darcy the first time he asked. This is enough, she convinced herself again. He knows this is all I can give, and it’s enough. But as Darcy kissed her gently as he had a thousand times, Maggy found herself yearning for more than she was ready to give. If he’d asked her right then to marry him, she would have said yes.

But a little knock at their door popped the bubble Maggy allowed herself to float away on.

#blossom writes #mistral's daughter #fandom of three

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destinywillowleaf · 4 months

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so i was trying to make a little animatic/animation meme thing and at one point i planned to make it in full color (since it wasn't gonna be that many total frames).

i gave up on that but i still like how these turned out (and they kinda double as a height lineup)

as for why partitio's not here... you'll see ;)

#octopath traveler ii #octopath traveler 2 #hikari ku #ochette #agnea bristarni #osvald v. vanstein #throne anguis #castti florenz #temenos mistral #floyd ot2 #misha ot2 #terry ot2 #masoud's daughter ot2 #audley ot2 #lord alrond rondwell #ori ot2 #good GOD that is a lot of character tags #(because of hair color i call masoud's daugher cara. like caramel)

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void-kissed · 1 year

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Hello I come bearing (approximate/placeholder) fankid designs

(All designs were made using this one picrew)

From left to right, these are Mistral, Rime, and Virga, who are my fankids for my selfship with Aqua! The three of them are Aqua's apprentice Keyblade wielders at the Land of Departure, though all of them originate from different worlds. I have not specifically established these worlds yet, but it could be fun to, especially if I could work their lore into the characters themselves (for example, explaining why Rime has antlers, or why Mistral's magic is so strong)

And then on the left here is Ruby, my fankid for my selfship with Pyra, and Sophie, my fankid for my selfship with Skye!

..Doing this has given me a headache (or, in any case, I now have a headache), and obviously these aren't accurate to a lot of specific details, but I think they work okay for visuals for the moment, so here they are!

#a call from the void #heart of the void #selfshipping #selfshipping fankids #son: masterly gales (mistral)#child: feathered frost (rime)#child: raining skyfall (virga)#daughter: ruby tag pending #daughter: sophie tag pending #I still need to figure out tags for those two #creations from the void #despite being from picrews rather than me drawing or anything. but it still counts right #i tend to think of ruby as being a bit younger than she looks here. she's around poppi and ursula's apparent ages so maybe like 10 or so #whereas rime mistral and virga are more like around 13 15 and 17 respectively #for sophie it's slightly different simply because she's the only one of these fankids who can actually technically exist in the game itself #and in the game if you have a child you can see them grow from toddler to child to teenager #since I gave her a ponytail that would match the teenager appearance in-game so I guess that's what she is here #i don't know if i'm making sense i think i need to either eat or do something else or both .w #.w. *

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harmonyverendez · 6 months

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My Baby ~ Rafal M x daughter Oc ( Platonic )

Rafal smiled as his baby girl ran at him. “ Mya”. Mya, who was four years old ran fast as her little legs could carry her. As she got close he lifted her and pulled her small body close to his.

“ How are you my little doll?” he cooed softly caressing her cheeks softly.

“ M' good daddy, Mommy and I went out for a walk, and guess why?” she faked a gasp.

Rafal played along.

“ What? What did you give me?”.

Mya giggled and pulled something out from her back. “ A shell”.

Rafal eyes widened in alarm, that was no normal shell. It was some form of voodoo magic.

He snatched it from her hands and scowled her softly.

“ no, we do not pick things up from the ground. This is poison. You let me know next time if you want something and I'll give it to you. Understand?”.

Mya began to scry, her small lips wobbly and a tear fell from her face. “ Yes, I sowwy Daddy ”.

Rafal eyes melted at the sight of her tears, he let out a coo and pulled her close to his body once more and shushed her.

He walked around with her trying to calm her nerves. After a few minutes someone came from the forest.

A tall figure.

“ Ah, I see you have Mya. I told her not to grab it. But she wanted so badly”.

#Rafal x daughter oc #Oc #Sge fanfic #My post #My fanfic #rafal the schoolmaster #Harmony stormborn #Kiera mistral #sfgae #soman chainani #Fan fiction #Small blurb #One shot #harmonyverendez #Fluff anf fluff #sge rafal #Rafal Mistral

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evenmorefatallyobsessed · 3 months

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Toga’s AU Concept

He visited Sanctum on a whim, he was in Mistral visiting his niece Saphron after all, why not visit the school that was training it’s future protectors… Was it truly chance that it happened when he got there at that moment. That he stumbled upon the horrified students backing away from a scene from a horror movie.

A girl over a boy, her skin pale, hair a dull gold but utterly contrast by the crimson of the boy beneath her, of his blood leaking, his eyes wide in equal parts horror and confusion as the girl above him drank deeply. Her aura lighting, brightening with every drop more she drunk.

But from her eyes another purely liquid dripped, tears that contradicted the madness in her eyes, others stood confused. But not him, never him, he didn’t hesitate, to hesitate was the let others suffer. The girl moved with surprising grace, avoiding him while her features altered, matching her victim’s.

His hand reached out as he enforced his soul into him, willing thew boy’s body to mend though his soul’s light. The second he saw the student’s face gain some of it’s blush ensured his life her turned on her and launched after the girl.

She’d been smart to run instead of fight, it was a fight she wouldn’t win, couldn’t win, but escaping was just a futile. She was fast, agile and athletic yes, but he was a skilled tracker. If she was faster, he just had to rely on endurance to carry him through.

And it did…

She’d been locked up, and they were debating her sentence, the sentence for an aura user with combat training, she was a threat. And perhaps he should’ve left it well enough alone, but he didn’t, and spoke to her.

And he realized the tragic madness that spurred her on. Toga Himiko was not a monster, she was a girl, gifted with a powerful Semblance, great potential and an honest easily corruptible heart. One’s semblance could influence a persons personality quite easily. After all, it was the manifest of your being, of your soul. How could you not begin to ponder its meaning, how could you not attempt to reflect it’s nature on your person, within your actions.

She was dangerous yes, unstable without a doubt… But, she was also alone, her family couldn’t understand her and feared her for it. Somewhere inside he knew she understood her sense of love was twisted. Was not the norm, after all, why else would she have cried when expressing it.

This was no monster, no villain of demon, she was a girl, a pitiful, lonely, misunderstood child who wanted nothing more then to express her love the only way she could. They way her very soul demanded she act out. All she wanted was a connection, was someone to understand her, was to have friends, family and a love that could accept her deviant nature, a nature she had no control of.

How could he call himself a Huntsman if he couldn’t save a single girl from her crippling, cruel loneliness. So he visited her, again and again, using his pull and connection with Ozpin to freeze the freeze the girl’s sentencing while he worked things out.

She started to look forward to meeting him, and he’d admit to the same, after all she was so cheerful and oddly endearing. If not for her eyes being amber instead of blue he’d had thought her one of his nieces.

Apparently after he started visiting regularly she ceased any resisting and even halted trying to escape, he started to bring her things, even cooking for the girl. Not helping but to feel she needed food a bit better then what they served here.

… He hadn’t expected her to cry, she, she couldn’t remember then last time her mom had made her food… The last time they treated her like a daughter instead of a Grimm. It angered him, it infuriated the Arc. But he held his tongue, and focused on what mattered.

On calling in favors, on talking to his family and getting his affairs in order, Jaune was many things, he was a Huntsman, next in line to be patriarch to the Arc House and a teacher at Beacon. But he was also a criminal who’d cheated his way into Beacon once upon a time. His hands had cut down men, his decisions as a leader had led to the death of innocents before as well.

Toga almost killed a boy, she needed help, needed understanding, to be given a chance. And he was all to willing to risk giving her one.

-0-0-0-

She tried to be normal, to live normally, to act normally, to love normally, she tried so hard, it was also such a struggle, other people’s normal. Other people being able to express themselves, to be themselves and be accepted for it. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right, why couldn’t her way be normal… Why couldn’t she be accepted?

Why couldn’t her parents understand her, accept her, but no, they told her it was wrong, that to be so fascinated by blood was wrong, sick and twisted. That she needed to be normal… Were they saying her soul was wrong? She could feel it, ever since her semblance first manifested, since she stumbled upon it so long ago when she’d licked her wound…

Blood was to the body what aura was to the soul, it was beautiful, profound and unique to every person, and she, she could understand it, could indulge, could become others through their blood, she could understand them, be them… It was her normal.

But her parents refused to accept her normal, society refused it, the world and everyone in it refused it… She obeyed, she tried, she struggled to be everyone else’s normal… Until she met him.

Saito was a amazing boy, he was kind, smart and popular, everyone liked him, everyone respected him, just like a lot of other girls she grew to like him. So often she fought the urge to ask him for some of his blood, she wanted to be like him, to know him, to Become him…

But she smothered those urges, because she knew he could not accept them, nobody could accept a freak like her so she resisted the urge. She fought to stay ‘Normal’ To be a average, cheerful, reasonable, well-mannered girl that others could accept, even if it was all a act…

But then Saito got into a fight, and seeing him like that… so wonderfully bruised and bloodied, it made what was so twisted inside go crazy. And it all came crashing down… And she was upon him, moving on not instinct but pure natural movement, as unconsciously as one breathed she gave to her semblance’s nature.

His flesh parting so easily from a mere box cutter, his aura was shattered in the fight with other beforehand. She drunk from him, his blood tasting like the sweetest of irons, so warm, so filling, so unique to him and him alone…

It was ecstasy, finally, finally she got to be herself, she was able to express her love, she felt herself turning into him. His aura, his soul, his being, she understood it so much more in that moment. She knew it was all over, her life, all her efforts, they would come crashing down. But for just a moment, she wanted it, to be her own normal, to be herself…

And then he appeared, he saved Saito, and stopped her, his gaze held so much in it, there was the anger and disgust she expected, but also something new… Pity.

His name was Jaune Arc, he was a Huntsman, a professor, and he stopped her, but he didn’t stop there. He should up to met her in her jail cell, they talked, well, he talked, asking why she did it. And eventually she explained… And, and he listened.

He didn’t understand, but… But he tried to, he asked more, and she could see it, the disgust this anger and confusion, but never was that all she saw. She could see him trying, struggling to comprehend. Time and time again he’d visit, and talk to her, ask her question she’d never considered, asked if she thought what she did was okay.

She knew it wasn’t you can’t force your love on others, but he understood, not because it was normal to him, or because he was like her. No, because he tried to do what nobody else did… He tried to understand her.

He wanted to help her, and then he asked.

“Toga, I need to hear you say it, where you trying to kill Saito?” She knew he needed to hear her say it, so she did.

“No, I just, I wanted to express my love…” And then he told her.

“Toga, you’re not normal, but that’s okay, everyone is different, it’s what makes us unique, what makes life beautiful.” He hugged her.

“You’re not a monster, or a Grimm, your human, and you’ve been through so much.” He was warm… The words slipped from her mouth.

“Please, can I, can I drink your blood.” He paused and she knew she’d be rejected, pushed away and left alone…

“Toga, listen.” But she wasn’t rejected, pushed away, instead the man met her gaze, a sternness in his gaze but also a sympathy, one she’d never seen before.

“You don’t behave like others, and it can be dangerous.” She knew that, of course she did.

“But it doesn’t have to be.” He begun to glow, a soft, kind but powerful white.

“I know, you can help people, more than even I can with your semblance.” His big, calloused hand landed on her head.

“The same way you can take other’s blood, if you gave your love back, you could help so many people.” She shook, she’d thought that too, but, but never hoped others would, would.

“You’re not a monster, twisted or evil Toga, your just different, your semblance, your soul, your beautiful.” It was the smile of a father, of someone who genuinely wanted nothing more than to help her, then to comfort the girl who’d spent her entire if not short life being rejected by others.

“Himiko, I can’t just let you free, unfortunately the law is very clear on that.” She saw the sadness, the anger in his eyes, it was for her sake. But soon enough they were both overtaken by what she would come to know was his most prominent trait, Determination.

“If you agree to it, to come to Vale you can be put on Probation, under my supervision. I’’ be your guardian and probationary officer.” She knew her parents must’ve given up their rights to her by the slight anger that burned in his eyes.

“We’ll attend therapy lessons and you’ll be taught about aura control by me.” He reached into his pocket and pulled it out then, a vial, the most beautiful shade of red.

“Toga, I know the way you view things are different then mine own, but that doesn’t mean you can’t understand me, you lived in this world, acted appropriately for it as well. You understand how the general public views love.” He offered her the vial, the beautiful crimson flowing with his aura, with his soul.

“I can’t promise others will accept your views, or even try, but I promise, at the very least I will do everything I can to make a environment you can be yourself in… And that I’ll try my best to understand you.” She reached, her fingers grazing the glass, the vial warm… Her heart pounded as she looked to the beautiful crimson.

Slowly, cautiously she undid the top, he never looked away from her, never tore his gaze from the sight, there was no rejection as she took him into her. As she felt his soul through his aura, as his being and iron went down her throat becoming one with her.

She felt herself change, becoming him, her pale ash-blonde hair becoming a shade of livid golden-wheat, her fair skin pinking with a healthy flush. The slits of her pupils dilating, the Faunus trait vanishing as her pupils rounded and turned the most expressive blue.

Her aura converting, her soul changing and being replicating that as her very body matched the new soul she was temporarily hosting. And he looked at her through it all, reaching out and patting her head, the smile was genuine.

“If this is how you want to be that’s fine, I’ll learn to get used to it, but please, don’t stop being yourself, even if your appearance changes.” From his hand aura surged into her, his aura, given freely, pure and unfiltered.

Her answer finally came alongside the tears.

“Yes.”

-0-0-0-

She rushed down the hall from her room, excited for the day she’d looked forward to for so long, she couldn’t wait. Reaching the kitchen she found three people there, her sister and brother, Ren and Nora, two others he’d taken under his wing.

At the stove flipping the immense amount of pancakes the Valkyrie craved was Jaune, they waved to her, well Jaune and Nora did. Ren sat patiently at his seat enjoying his tea, she sat there beside them, besides two people who knew her, truly knew her, who accepted her almost as much as Jaune.

Two simple years was all she spent with him, but in those two years she’d felt more joy, more acceptance then ever before. She’d realized truths about herself and flaws in her actions.

She was free to express her love, but not to enforce it on others, to take from people who did not want to return her affections. It was wrong, cruel and that act whether it be her form of expressing love or ordinary expression of it by others were no less disgusting.

She’d help so many people with her feelings though, a little blood and she’d given so much back in turn, to children who needed it, to people with unique cases and blood types meant nothing to her semblance with regular people. She couldn’t help but want to help, even if Jaune worried, she loved him for that… She loved him, loved him more then others. More then anyone else.

But it wasn’t the same type of love she always felt, always knew, no, this was different, she wanted to both love him and be loved by him. To be loved as Toga Himiko, by Jaune, she didn’t want him to conform to her standard of love.

It wouldn’t be fair, it’d be like who she was forced to follow the standard society before she met him, she wanted to love Jaune as herself but also as him whenever the fancy struck her. But she also wanted to love him as Ren did, as Nora did, as so many of his students did…

And soon, she would be able to, today would be the start of it, a plated landed in front of her then, and looking up she met his smile.

“Are you ready Toga, your three will be trying out for Beacon today after all. So you all need to eat up.” He served her her breakfast, more than Ren’s but nothing near the mountain of pancakes he placed before her eccentric sister. But then again the pile her put before himself was barely any smaller. He needed it after all, because he regularly gave her blood, regularly accepted her form of expressing it and indulged that aspect of her.

She loved him for it, wanted to love him even more, even deeper, more intimately then any other, and once she passed Initiation she would. She only hoped that when she did succeed, her partner would be as understanding as her.

Maybe even being able to understand her love, Or Better Yet! Maybe They’ll Love Jaune As Much As She Does! Oh ‘Giggle’ she meant Professor Arc.

#toga himiko #jaune arc #prof. arc #au concept

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aravas-writing · 2 months

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For the next time your in the mood to do something for councilman Arc, here is a thought.

After Jacques sent out the whatever to say he is contesting the Arc’s claim on the SDC, Willow and all her daughters (Bleiss, Weiss, and Winter) approach Jaune for the sake of teaching him everything he needs to succeed, from the legalities behind the matter to things he could use to personally attack Jacques ego.

(And if you feel like it, it could turn into a massive flirting pile as the girls start getting distracted by being next to Jaune.)

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Jaune: Okay, so, you said you had something for me.

Bleiss: my pus-

Willow: *slaps hand over Bleiss' mouth* We have some information that will be most important to your case.

Bleiss: *removes her mother's hand* That, too, I guess.

Weiss: For instance, there are several cases of workplace harassment, which my father overlooked.

Bleiss: the racism, the exploitation, the general assholery...

Willow: Tax fraud.

Jaune: didn't they get whatshisface over in Mistral on that charge?

Willow: Correct.

Jaune: Awesome!

#submission #rwby #jaune arc #rwby willow schnee #rwby shitpost #bleiss schnee #weiss schnee #councilman arc au

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howlingday · 9 months

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A Most Unusual Unit

Good morning, or rather, good evening, "Nightshade". Excellent work on your last assignment. Thanks your efforts, the councilman has lived to see another day, much to the great benefit of Vale. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I have another assignment for you already. Your new target is the leader of the Spiders organization, "Little Miss" Charlotte Malachite. She is a grave threat to peace between Vale and Mistral. Your mission is to get close to her and gain any information that may be related to seditious activities.

In order to do this, you will have to marry and have a child.

Blake: (Spits out her coffee, Coughs) EXCUSE ME?!

Little Miss is a reclusive woman and is notably suspicious of others. At this point, she operates almost entirely behind the scenes. Her only public appearances of late have been her attendance at the elite private school her daughters attend. These events act as informal get-togethers for the upper crust of society and the lowest of low in the criminal underworld. You are to enroll your child at this school and gain entry to these events. However, admission deadlines are approaching fast. YOU'VE ONLY GOT ONE WEEK.

Blake: (Rips encoded-cypher paper in half) THEY EXPECT ME TO HAVE A CHILD IN SEVEN DAYS?! (People stare at her, Ahem!) Excuse me...

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Blake: Listen up, little girl.

Penny: I'm Penny!

Blake: Listen up, Penny. From now on, you are my child. As far as everyone knows, however, you have always been my child. Understood?

Penny: Understood!

Blake: You will address me as "Mother," as the elites do.

Penny: Mama!

Blake: Very well.

Old Woman: What an adorable girl~.

Blake: Thank you. We're the Belladinas. We just moved in.

Penny: I'm Penny, and I have always been Mama's child!

Old Woman: Huh?

Blake: (Thinking) You don't need to say that!.

Penny: Mama, I want a silenced pistol~!

Blake: If we see one on sale.

Old Woman: What a strange family...

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Jaune: (Answers phone) Hello, Arc residence.

Jaune: Oh, Saph!

Saphron: (Via phone) How are you doing, baby bro?.

Jaune: Good. Everything's good. I'm still hard at work in Vale!

Saphron: Still as weird as ever. Don't make me worry about you.

Jaune: You don't have to sound so mean about it! And I am not weird!

Saphron: Jaune, when are you going to get married? You find a good lady friend yet?

Jaune: (Thinking) Not this again...

Saphron: Listen, I might be offered a big promotion here soon, but that'd mean I'd be too busy to look after you. I'm not gonna say no right off the bat, but it doesn't feel right for me to abandon you in the big city. Like I always tell ya, I'm forever grateful for you taking care of me all this time, and that's why I want to make sure you're happy.

Jaune: I know, Saph. Thank you.

Saphron: I think I know some cuties out here in Argus. Maybe I could put in a good word for you?

Jaune: Ah! N-No! You don't need to do that! A-Actually, I'm heading to a party this weekend... and I'll be bringing someone!

Saphron: A girl?!

Jaune: Uh, y-yeah, I guess that's one way to describe her. So don't worry about me, okay?

Saphron: Alright. So, who's throwing this party? One of your co-workers?

Jaune: Mm-hm!

Saphron: Great! I'll have Pyrrha give me the full details on this girlfriend of yours!

Jaune: Eh?

Saphron: No offense, Jaune, but you can be pretty naive. I just want to make sure the girl you're digging isn't just digging into you, right?

Jaune: Uh, well-

Saphron: And I'm gonna hold off on this promotion until I know you're happy!

Jaune: Y-You don't need to-

Saphron: Can't wait to hear all about her, baby bro! Ciao~! (Click)

Jaune: (Hangs up, Pacing) What do I do?!. What do I do?!. I need to find a girlfriend now!. If Saph finds out I lied, she'll think there's something wrong with me!. Then she'll never get that promotion, and Terra'll be mad at me!. Adrian will never play with me again!.

Jaune: (Phone rings, Answers) Saph, listen! About what I said earlier, I was just joking! I-

Boss: (Via phone) Having family trouble?. That's unusual for you.

Jaune: Oh! Headmistress! I'm so sorry, I was-

Boss: Good evening. I have a client for you, Rusted Knight.

Jaune: (Eyes dim)

Boss: The Glass Unicorn. Room 1220.

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Jaune: Excuse me.

Proprietor: Oh, hello again, Jaune! How can I help you?

Jaune: I'm going to a party tonight, so I need my slacks patched up ASAP. Er, if that's okay, of course.

Blake: (Flinches, Thinking) How did he get by without me noticing?!. Jaune... Hm... Right. Jaune Arc, 26 years old, never married, and never divorced. Parents deceased. Seven sisters, six dexeased, one surviving, couple years older. They're both ordinary civilians with nothing on their files. Maybe I'm getting sloppy-

Jaune: Um, miss? You've been staring at me since I came in here. Is there something I can help you with?

Blake: He sensed me watching him?!. How?!.

Blake: Oh, uh, no. I just thought... you were really cute. Excuse me for being rude.

Jaune: Wait, so... I'm good looking to you?

Blake: Um, yes?

Jaune: Miss-

Penny: Mama! I got measured! Huh? Who's she?

Blake: He's another customer, like us.

Jaune: (Thinking) I almost asked another man's wife on a date! I've heard stories of men being murdered for things like that. BUT THIS TIME, I'D BE THE ONE TO DO THE KILLING.

Penny: !

Jaune: No! I can't even fantasize about a thing so horrible! It's thoughts like those that'll expose me as an ASSASSIN.

Penny: (Thinking) A- A- A- A- ASSASSIN?!.

Blake: (Spy)

Jaune: (Assassin)

Penny: (Telepath, Starved for entertainment) SOOO COOOOL!.

Blake: I thought he'd make for a good fit for the husband role, but his intuition could threaten my mission.

Jaune: I thought she'd be able to pull off the girlfriend role, but I can't afford any kind of unnecessary bloodshed.

Penny: (Looks down, Covering her face) Oh, boo hoo hoo! I am so sad about Papa!

Blake: P-Penny?! What are you-?!

Penny: I just miss my papa so very, very, very much! If only he could see me in my pretty dress!

Jaune: Oh, is your husband away?

Blake: Ah... You see... My husband actually passed a few years ago. I've been working hard to support my daughter as a single mother.

Jaune: Then... Then no one could try to kill me if I asked her!.

Jaune: Um, excuse me...

#rwby #spy x family #rwby au #blake belladonna #penny polendina #jaune arc #saphron cotta arc #knightshade

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Be not inhospitable to strangers lest they be angels in disguise.

- W.B. Yeats

This is the quote from W.B. Yeats as a painted sign on the wall as you enter the famous bookstore Shakespeare and Company in Paris.

Strangers always found a welcome at Shakespeare and Company, where they could browse untroubled for hours, especially if they were aspiring writers themselves; and a few – well, a very few – of them may indeed have turned out to be angels, or at least angelic.

The original Shakespeare and Company shop was started in 1921 in the Rue de l’Odéon by Sylvia Beach, the daughter of a US Presbyterian minister. The first writer to patronise the shop was Gertrude Stein, but she fell out with Beach when she took up with James Joyce, whom Stein hated.

Beach published Joyce’s Ulysses when no established publisher would touch it, performing the arduous labour of love of proofreading it. Ernest Hemingway discovered the shop soon after his arrival in Paris, and wrote about it lovingly decades later in A Moveable Feast. When the Germans occupied Paris, Beach refused to sell a signed copy of Finnegans Wake to an invading officer. He said he would return for it the next day. So she moved all the books out and closed the shop. It was “liberated” by Hemingway himself in 1944. However, Beach didn’t have the heart to start again.

In 1948, after a wandering youth and war service, George Whitman came to Paris on the GI Bill, and in 1951 opened an English-language bookshop which he called Le Mistral. A few years later, he moved to the Rue de la Bûcherie, but didn’t rename the shop until after Beach’s death in 1961. He had been too shy to ask her if he could use the name, although they were friends and she used to come to readings at Le Mistral.

Whitman ran his shop as a species of anarchic democracy, even though in some respects he was a benevolent dictator. Anyone who called himself a writer could find a bed there, if there was one free, and stay as long as he liked or until Whitman got tired of him. The only rule for residents was that they must read a book a day and serve in the shop for an hour. One poet, or self-styled poet, who broke the second rule and lay in bed all day reading detective novels was ejected; but his chief offence was his choice of literature rather than his idleness.

The bookshop has its regulars, residents in Paris, not all of them English-speakers by any means, who use it as a sort of club and drop in for conversation and coffee.

Stock control has always been on the casual side. It’s not unknown for someone to lift a book from the shelves, slip it into his pocket, read it and return to sell it for the secondhand shelves the following day.

Inevitably, Shakespeare and Company has long been on the tourist trail, recommended in all the guides. This is just as well, because without their custom it’s hard to see how the shop could have survived. Many are in search of a copy of A Moveable Feast. This is not always on offer because, for some reason which I can’t remember, Whitman took a scunner to Hemingway. The tourists also toss coins into the well in the shop, and it’s not unusual to see an indigent young person lying on the floor and fishing for euros.

On occasion I drop in because the lure of its history is too much even if there are other good independent book stores nearby. Visitors to Paris always want me to take them there and I oblige them even if I feel its lost some of its past glory. Still, I always buy a few books because it’s the best way to support independent book stores in this age of Amazon, as every independent book store needs all the help it can get.

#yeats #wb yeats #quote #shakespeare and co #shakespeare and company #paris #book store #books #reading #historic #literature #sylvia beach #george whitman

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hi, I was the anon who asked this: [Which led me thinking, Yang has a lot of parallels with the villains, notably, Adam, Cinder, and Salem. What do you think is the ideal route of Yang during volume 4?] I probably didn't phrase that right. Uh, I was a bit dissatisfied with Yang's arc at volume 4. I know it wasn't supposed to be comfortable since it shows Tai's and Yang's traumas but it wasn't the good kind of bad. I guess I wanted more things to be added to Yang's arc in volume 4 or for some things to be slightly adjusted. Like in the DC comics, there was a character named Madame Mallari who helped Yang, she's an old lady who's a doctor and has prosthetic legs. It got me thinking that if she really was supposed to be part of canon then why show it late? If there are other people who can give Yang support then why didn't they show it at Vol 4? What if something bad happened to Yang while Tai was at Signal (it is to my belief that Signal was still operational since it was located in Patch)?

I am just uncomfortable with it especially when the show frames that it's somehow Yang's fault for rushing at Adam when there is no either choice left. I admit that it may be quite unreasonable for me to think like that. Anyways, sorry for the rant.

Uh, did you know that magical artifacts in RWBY existed? It was established in one of the games. Apparently, one of the artifacts was capable of controlling some Grimm and it was wielded by one of Salem's agent in Mistral. It got me thinking that since magic is hereditary, does that mean one of the Schnee's ancestor got an artifact and somehow made their semblances hereditary and the same throughout the generations?

this is an older post, but i still stand by it.

i don’t disagree with (most) of your take on her v4 arc: i don’t think the narrative framing is at all that it’s yang’s fault she got hurt, and i also (as outlined in the linked post) don’t think we’re intended to agree with tai’s assessment of what he saw in yang during the vytal tournament fights, which is what he bases his advice on because that’s the only thing he saw, but yang’s isolation and the dearth of support she receives during this very vulnerable time in her life are indeed uncomfortable. my feeling though is that discomfort is a feature, not a bug.

like, in V2, yang recounts one of her childhood memories to blake that involved her waiting for tai to leave the house before she put her three- or four-year-old baby sister in a wagon and left to wander through the woods for hours before anyone found them. yang would have been five or six years old. so we know that tai often left the girls at home alone when they were very young. probably he was leaving to go to work, a predictable circumstance with a regular schedule, so why didn’t he arrange childcare during the day? why didn’t they go to a neighbor’s house or a daycare or preschool? why didn’t he hire a babysitter? why leave two very small children at home alone in a cabin in the middle of grimm-infested woods?

there’s a through line between tai’s neglect of the girls back then and the way he treats yang in V4. and in V4, it is abundantly clear that yang does not feel comfortable enough with her dad to show him emotional vulnerability or rely on him for… anything except combat training, really; the only time yang really opens up in V4 is with oobleck and port, who (unlike tai) ask her how she’s feeling and validate her feelings and are also visibly horrified by the really harsh way tai talks to his daughter.

i haven’t read the DC comics and my understanding is they’re not canon? but based on yang’s anecdote in V2 and what tai does in V4, i think the answer to “if yang was supposed to have more support, why didn’t it happen in V4?” is probably that she wasn’t; and the answer to “why didn’t she get more support” is that tai is neglectful and also displaces how he feels about raven onto yang to a harmful degree. yang feels like he expects her to just pop on the prosthetic arm he surprised her with and magically be okay overnight because that is… how tai acts.

in a lot of ways it’s akin to what weiss goes through in V4—tai is not nearly as bad as jacques, but he is neglectful and his ‘tough love’ does hurt yang’s feelings and his singular focus on only her physical recovery does lasting emotional harm that she’s only now, in V9, beginning to confront. and in V5, weiss gets yang to open up with her by telling yang about her dad abusing her family and watching her mom disappear into an alcoholic shell of herself, which makes yang feel understood.

because weiss’ home life isn’t exactly the same but it resonates with yang; she and ruby grew up taking care of qrow when he was blackout drunk and their dad wasn’t around and didn’t make arrangements for them to be taken care of while he was working. and weiss—who is very empathetic and emotionally insightful, see also her clear and accurate understanding of why blake left—has picked up on enough hints, read enough between the lines of what little yang and ruby said about their dad at beacon, to have known this story would resonate.

like a big part the reason i like yang’s V4 arc is it explores the many ways tai fails her in a way that feels cogent with what we learned about him in V2. it shows both the acute trauma of having lost her arm but also the much subtler and more complicated scars of having been neglected and parentified by her dad throughout her life.

anyways!

i have watched the grimm campaign, yeah. the magical artifacts are interesting on the grounds that they rely on aura to activate them, same as dust, which imo supports my theory that aura is magic, just rising from the human soul rather than reliant on the gods, and that ancient humans did not have aura because it was suppressed or bound by the divine blessings.

i’m also inclined to think that there’s always or at least often a hereditary element to semblances, because they’re informed by a person’s nature and identity and those things are influenced by your family; the directly hereditary and also exceptionally versatile schnee semblance is i think probably the result of a really strong identification with the family and a belief in the hereditary semblance, with the versatility coming from individual variations getting passed down generation to generation. one schnee had a speed semblance, another could summon constructs of fallen foes, but it looked superficially similar so the schnees have always believed these diverse abilities to be the same semblance and taught each other how to do everything. belief makes it so. i think semblances are a lot more malleable than anyone gives them credit for, in or out of universe.

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Judith Krantz’s Mistral’s Daughter - CBS - September 24, 1984 - October 1, 1984

Drama Miniseries (8 episodes)

Running Time: 390 minutes total

Stars:

Stefanie Powers as Magali 'Maggy' Lunel

Lee Remick as Katherine 'Kate' Browning

Stacy Keach as Julien Mistral

Robert Urich as Jason Darcy

Timothy Dalton as Perry Kilkullen

Stéphane Audran as Paula Deslandes

Ian Richardson as Adrien Avigdor

Stephanie Dunnam as Theodora 'Teddy' Lunel

Cotter Smith as Melvin 'Falk' Allenberg

Pierre Malet as Eric Avigdor

Philippine Leroy-Beaulieu as Fauve Mistral

Co-starring

Alexandra Stewart as Mary Jane Kilkullen

Joanna Lumley as Lally Longbridge

Caroline Langrishe as Nadine

Jonathan Hyde as Philippe, Nadine's husband

Angela Thorne as Nanny Butterfield

Wolf Kahler as Major Schmidt

Michael Gough as Cardinal

Françoise Brion as Patricia Falkland

Shane Rimmer as Harry Klein

Victor Spinetti as Alberto Bianchi

#Mistral's Daughter #TV #CBS #Drama #Miniseries #1980's #Stefanie Powers #Lee Remick #Stacy Keach #Robert Urich #Timothy Dalton #Stephanie Audran #Ian Richardson #Stephanie Dunnam #Cotter Smith Pierre Malet #Phillippine Leroy-Beaulieu

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mourreon · 1 month

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Marigold, Mistral and Marigold's parents' designs :3 i do think my art is better like this, not rendered at all lol.

Fun fact, Viridian's voice claim is erm. Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel, I've just been imagining him singing some parts of his songs and it kinda stuck, idk! It also fits with his personality I think; kind of frisky and loves his daughter a lot.

Selene is more on the mellow side instead, as you can probably tell from her appearance!

#pokemon #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd #art #artist #fanart #pmd art #pmd fanart #pmd oc #pmd ocs #oc #ocs #original characters #original character #eevee #shaymin #vaporeon #umbreon

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amizuki · 15 days

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it amuses me how RWBY Beyond was advertised as "see what was happening in Remnant during V9, while RWBYJ were in Ever After", and yet the 2nd episode out of 4 of the series is about what Jaune was doing after V9. yeah, he talks about stuff that happened during V9 (or, technically, before, since it's about events from when he was with Alyx and Lewis), but the whole thing still takes place post V9, with him telling all those stuff to Oscar.

and then there's the 1st episode, which, while indeed taking place during V9, is just comedy filler, that supposedly continues with detectives joke from RWBY Chibi (I never watched RWBY Chibi, I only heard from other people that that show also had Sun and Neptune act like detectives) with no actual relevant info about what was happening with Vacuo, or the Atlas and Mantle refugees, or how people and the ruler of Vacuo were handling a whole ass nation of people just suddenly dropping onto their doorstep, or anything like that. the only sort of plot relevant info was showing that Summer Maiden is in Vacuo, but then again, her identity was still hidden from us and Kerry quickly jumped off from that plot point as soon as it was introduced with his """hilarious""" "nuh-uh, no more new characters lmao XD" line.

this 2nd episode isn't really that bad, it's kinda alright, certainly better than the 1st one, but, again, when I read that the series will be about what people of Remnant, who aren't RWBYJ, were doing during V9, I kinda thought it'll be about Atlas and Mantle citizens trying to get used to their sudden new life in Vacuo, or Oscar/Ozpin talking to Theo and all 3 maidens to figure out what to do next, or, hell, maybe even focus on Tai's feelings on everything that happened, with him thinking if he did the right thing by letting Ruby and Yang leave, since now he doesn't even know if his daughters, his last remaining family, are even alive, assuming he knows about the fates of Vale, Atlas and Mistral. (yeah, Tai's still at his house I think, but the description did say that it's about "what was happening in Remnant", not just Vacuo. yeah, Vacuo is a more important location right now, with everything except Menagerie and Mistral literally getting nuked just so the writers wouldn't have to go back to those places, but then change the description to "see what was happening in Vacuo during V9" if your only gonna focus on that location).

but no – the 1st episode is basically useless (and also very unfunny, but that's just my opinion) and the 2nd one, while okay on its own, takes place after V9 and doesn't focus on other people of Remnant, focusing on Jaune instead.

if the next episode is gonna be about bumbleby going on a date in Vacuo and telling everyone about how they got together in Ever After I'm gonna eat my own chair

and if the last episode will be the only one with any actual plot relevance, useful into or big reveal I'm gonna eat another

#rwde #rwby critical #♤mizu.txt #txt #this is a copy of my comment from reddit #thought I'd post it here too #you could say that the cut V9 epilogue already “focused” on what people of Vacuo Atlas and Mantle were doing during V9 #but then you get the question #“why the fuck did the writers even made and advertised RWBY Beyond to be about what those people were doing during V9”???#could've just made the show about team RWBY figuring things out aftee coming back #since those 4 have always been getting shafted aside in favor of every other character #just make each of the 4 episodes focus on each of the girls talking to friends and family they haven't seen for a while #while also figuring out what to do now and retrospecting on the events of V9 and maybe V8 #and also cram Jaune in there somewhere since the writers like him so much #would be nice for the show called RWBY to focus on team RWBY for more than 2 volumes

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Hi, I really like your dovesso content, your arts and headcanons are just great. Can you write some funny sketches of how dovesso’s daughter spends time with her moms, evers and nevers? I really hope that I will see more arts with Rowena❤️

Royal AU

Little Princess Rowena didn't understand why everyone was so afraid of her mother's counselor.

By all accounts, Lady L, the formidable obese adviser to Her Royal Majesty, was a terrifying and creepy person, and those who dared, allowed themselves to describe her as crazy and out of this world. She towered above the world, allowing herself to kneel only in front of her queen, Clarissa the Great, bright and rather naive, but who doted on her, Rowena.

Rowena liked Lady L. She allowed her to call her L, combed her hair and helped her with homework, and if she behaved well, she read her a book before bed. L knew a lot of fairy tales and stories, she had the same curly, disheveled hair like hers, and Rowena didn't understand how you could call L creepy.

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Rowena dreams of becoming just like L. Also dress on a par with men, fight and make soldiers cry. And never cry yourself. The princess dreams of becoming great, like her mother, and just as generous. And never be sad.

But L was crying, and Mom was sad. Rowena saw it once, when accidentally opened the door without knocking. Lady L was clinging to her mother's legs, sitting on her knees, and burying her face in a golden dress, crying abruptly. And her mother stroked her hair and wiped away a lonely tear. Rowena would swear to that.

It was what the maids described as "broken." But Lady L or Mama couldn't break down, they smiled and laughed, got angry and annoyed, shouted and were silent. They behaved as always, as if they weren't crying in the dark silence of her mother's chambers.

Rowena dreams of finding her love and that she would be like them.

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• Lady L is a witch, but has never used magic to harm Clarissa;

• Clarissa is a widow. Her husband, Rafal Mistral, was killed during the mutiny;

• Anemone is a duchess from Clarissa's retinue and the only one who can openly criticize her. And she's Rowena's godmother;

• Rowena got into a fight with the son of a court lady because of his words about L;

• Clarissa, contrary to everything, is not Rowena's mother, but Rowena is indeed the sole heir to the throne and the daughter of Rafal;

• Lady L had personal motives to kill the King during the rebellion;

• Clarissa knows about it, but has never brought it up;

• Rowena runs around the castle with the palace dogs and gives strange names to objects;

• Lady L teaches Rowena to fight and Clarissa is very worried about her little baby;

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void-kissed · 1 year

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actually you know what while I remember

I have now officially added.. *checks the carrd* SEVEN new familial F/Os to my carrd! ..All of which are my own OCs, haha.

In no particular order, we have:

Tobias and Charlotte, who are FE3H OCs I created to be my self-insert Catarina's older (half-)siblings! They would appear as part of her Paralogue and then also be the people in charge of the Battalions you get from successfully completing that Paralogue; not super major characters, but an important aspect of Catarina's own theme of family. Charlotte is a Falcon Knight but also went to the Royal School of Sorcery in Fhirdiad and still currently lives in Faerghus, while Tobias is a gauntlets user (maybe a War Master?) who went to the Officers Academy as a Blue Lion, so probably also would still stay in Faerghus as well. Their tags are going to be "sister: azure stormrider (charlotte)" and "brother: indigo gauntlets (tobias)" respectively!

Ruby, who as previously mentioned (quite recently in fact) is my fankid for my selfship with Pyra. I still don't have a tag for her yet, but she's on the carrd now, since I hadn't done that prior to now!

Mistral, Rime, and Virga, who are my fankids for my selfship with Aqua! Specifically, they're a trio of Keyblade wielders apprenticed to Aqua, but we very much have a familial dynamic with all three (as shown by their names all being types of weather phenomena, reflecting Aqua and Aria's names meaning "water" and "air" respectively). For reference, Mistral's tag is "son: masterly gales (mistral)", Rime's tag is "child: feathered frost (rime)", and Virga's tag is "child: raining skyfall (virga)". I'm still in the process of figuring out each of their characters, but having their names finalised is definitely helping with that!

And finally, yet another fankid, Sophie! She is my fankid for my selfship with Skye, because.. I forgot you can canonically have a child in his game, haha. I still haven't figured out a tag for her yet, but.. she exists now! And maybe one day I'll have a save file with her in it, as well.

So, yeah, that's all those! I might possibly use some of my remaining sparkles to talk about some of them if that's alright, just so that a) every sparkle ask from that batch has been for a different OC or version of an OC that I selfship with in some way, and b) I get to have fun developing each of their characters more. Or, if anyone has any specific questions, they're welcome to ask those as well!

I'm just doing this because it's fun ^-^

#a call from the void #heart of the void #selfshipping #oookay this is going to be a lot of tags #sister: azure stormrider (charlotte)#brother: indigo gauntlets (tobias)#who are the siblings of the briefly-mentioned #self‑insert: lone lynx (catarina)#of war and tactics (fire emblem)#then #daughter: ruby tag pending #of gods and titans (xenoblade chronicles)#and then the weather trio (not in a pokémon way)#son: masterly gales (mistral)#child: feathered frost (rime)#child: raining skyfall (virga)#selfship: survivors of the dark (aqua/aria)#of hearts and friendship (kingdom hearts)#and *then*#daughter: sophie tag pending #familial F/Os #my OCs #selfshipping fankids #*hopefully that's all the tags*#if i'm not careful i'll be up when my writing posts and that's.. probably not going to be the best for my emotional state #so i really should get ready to sleep now ;w;#hopefully all this rambling is okay

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