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short-wooloo · 1 year

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There is no way out in the Ever After

Team RWBY has assumed that the tree is the way out of Ever After, because that's how Alyx got out in the story they know, and for the most part we the audience have ran with it, yet at the same time, we've also been assuming and speculating that Alyx is in the Ever After currently based off the intro

Yet, if Alyx is still in the Ever After, despite the explicit implication (it's noted that Jinxy seems older than he was in the story) that she got there a very long time ago, then that means she hasn't gotten out

Because the tree does not lead to a way out, it leads to nowhere

The intro also implies that Alyx hasn't aged, and is still a little girl just as when she fell originally, why is that? Simple, Alyx hasn't aged because non-natives to the Ever After are subject to some kind of Time dilation, time passes in Remnant, the denizens of the Ever After age, but those who do nor belong remain the same despite the world around them and the world they left behind moving forward, they are stuck

Heck, I'll bet getting to the top of the tree will just loop you right back to where you start, and Alyx has been stuck repeating the loop, at least until this current iteration where she starts noticing differences, footprints on the beach, a strange scythe, a disruption at the market where she's supposed to trade with Jinxy...

But how is Alyx's story known to Remnant if she never got out?

Easy

She did not go to the Ever After alone, there was someone with her

An Ozcarnation

It's generally accepted that most of the fairy tales and stories of Remnant were events experienced or witnessed by an Ozcarnation, and that he is merely retelling them

So I wonder if a past Ozcarnation fell through to the Ever After with Alyx, and subsequently died there, probably late into the journey, and was subsequently reincarnated back on Remnant, where he found that Alyx did not find a way back

Another thing we largely accept is that while most of the fairy tales in Remnant are real in some capacity, the tales we know are not necessarily accurate to what happened precisely, things are retold, elements are left out and kept secret, as has been Ozpin's pattern

Thus Oz gave the story of The Girl Who Fell Through The World a happier ending, where Alyx returned, but in truth, she was and remains trapped

But how will RWBY escape?

As I said, there is no way out IN the Ever After

But there might be a way INTO the Ever After

See, a theory I've had for a long time is that the answer to RWBY's predicament is in fact rather mundane, and that they will be saved by the return of a character we haven't seen in a while, a return that could be a callback to Vol 2, specifically showing up in the nick of time to save a certain someone from Neo

Raven is the way out y'all

#wooloo-writes #wooloo writes #rwby #rwby theories #rwby theory #rwby speculation #rwby spoilers #rwby volume 9 #rwby vol 9 #rwby v9 #rwby9 #rwby ever after #ever after rwby #the girl who fell through the world #rwby alyx #ozpin #raven branwen

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sylcries · 1 month

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Passed out immediately after getting home from another medical procedure today and when I woke up this was in my notes

#for the record I don’t remember writing it but I was in such a daze after getting home so #half life #anyways they put shit in my bones again I think. idk I don’t know the specifics. something to do with my bones #anyways woke gman or something I don’t fucking know. I’ve been off my meds for like a week #also sorry about all the half-life posts recently. new brain rot yknow.#side affect of my chronic pain treatment is that apparently I get fucking possessed by Government Man from time to time #I’m pretty sure the line this references is from hl2 but for the record I have not played hl2 yet #I’m gonna stream all of hl1 to my friend before I move on :p #I’d play Alyx too but like. I’m pretty sure that’s strictly vr iirc and I Don’t Have That!#anyways rambling over

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aethernoise · 9 months

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1. Envoy

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Alyx fidgeted with the sash on her robes as she watched the dense, emerald waves of the Twelveswood roll beneath. When the airship finally dipped beneath the surface of the canopy and into the lush, cool depths of the forest, she watched Gridania appear like an unexpectedly colorful rendition of a dark, faded dream.

It had been nearly five years since she left.

The yellow banners depicting the Order of the Twin Adder made her stomach drop. She was going to have to talk to them, at least one of them. She wondered if they would recognize her now.

No, she thought, that's stupid. It was years ago. Those same soldiers might not even be here anymore. If they were, they likely wouldn't see her - the esteemed adventurer envoy from Ul'dah! - as the half-hysterical girl in braids who had to be physically removed from the Adder's Nest.

"Your brother's dead, kid," the officer was exhausted, and trying to speak kindly, for all it was worth, "He served bravely, and he fell. I'm sorry."

"Then where is he?" She demanded. "I don't believe you. He's still out there. Did you even look? Did you even try?" she was loud enough to have attracted the attention of other yellow-clad soldiers. Her throat felt dry to remember her voice breaking as they dragged her away.

"If he's dead, then show me the body!"

They had nothing to show her.

Alyx's fingers closed into a fist, crumpling layers of linen in her lap.

There was nothing they could show her now. Nothing even the Elder Seedeer herself could show her.

When the airship docked, she hesitated. How could she walk back into the home she abandoned, the home she had spent years trying to burn from her memory?

She wasn't sure how, but she stepped out onto the landing regardless.

#emmerwrites #alyx #ffxivwrite2023 #ffxiv writing

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dizzyhslightlyvoided · 2 months

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Alyx: (uses her multitool to open a Combine lock. BZZT-BZZT)

Gordon: That's a nice ... gizmo you've got there.

Alyx: I know, right? It's had lots of improvements over the years. Just five years ago, I would've had to do a whole 3D minigame if I wanted to open a door like this!

#shenanigans #half-life 2 #half life 2 #half-life alyx #half life alyx #half-life: alyx #half life: alyx #alxy vance #gordon freeman #microfiction #my stuff #my writing #my fanfiction #half-life #half life

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seth-dmx · 1 month

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'HONEY I SHRUNK THE SOURCE PROTAGONISTS!'

a fic based on the movie 'Honey, I Shrunk The Kids', starring the Source Protagonists. let me know if i should write more stuff.

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The flash of light was bright and disorienting. Very disorienting. It was like the whole world was spinning much faster than it should be. Gordon was the first to recover enough to open his eyes without puking, squinting to try and make out what the hell happened.

He looked first to the floor. Then to his left, at Alyx, Adrian, and Chell. Chell and Alyx had both fallen over, and Shep was trying to keep himself standing. To Gordon's right, Stanley was leaning heavily on Barney, who was hunched over, trying his best not to throw up.

In front of them, was a strange sight. It looked sorta like the rest of the lab. But it was massive. The grooves in the tile floor were like massive gashes in the ground. The headcrab that causes the mishap was now bigger than a Strider. And Kleiner looked like a huge giant towering over them, still messing with the wires.

"What the fuck happened?"

Alyx spoke up first as she gathered herself and stood, helping up Chell. Gordon turned back to face the group, his brows furrowed.

'Either the world is now massive. Or we are tiny.'

He replied, trying to figure out the most reasonable choice.

"That damn head humper. She jumped down onto the machine."

Barney spoke up between deep breaths. Stanley had recovered and was trying to get Narrators attention. Distantly, they could hear Narrator and Kleiner speaking. A loud echo of voices too far away for the now miniature sized group to hear.

Adrian had his head in his palms. He was trying to ask how they would get changed back if even Narrator, the all-knowing god, couldn't hear them. He kept missigning Narrators name, however, causing more frustration in the man. Gordon calmed him with a pat to the shoulder, reassuring them that they would be fine.

"We just have to get his attention. Kleiner would never intentionally hurt us, Adrian."

Alyx also spoke up, holding Chell close to herself as Adrian just sighed deeply. He was used to lacking information and control over situations but this was much different than other situations he's been in.

Gordon assessed their surroundings. It was still the same lab, just massive now. He knew this lab well. He could totally think of a way to get up to Kleiner and get his attention. He would just need a moment to think. Perhaps they could use one of the cables to climb up? But they would risk getting shocked, and getting jolted with electricity at this size would definitely kill them. Maybe they could keep trying to get Narrators attention? But it seemed like Narrators omnipotence ignored creatures this small. Bugs typically don't need to talk to a god.

They didn't have much time to think. Gordon was suddenly pulled from his train of thought when Barney yelled for Gordon to move. The rest of the group had already fled, and Barney was now trying to pull Gordon away. Looking up as he was dragged away by the wrist, he could see a very massive Lamarr bounding towards them. She seemed to also have no clue they were down there on the floor with her and was seemingly just scurring away from a midly upset Kleiner. As they ran for cover under one of the many bookshelves over stocked with text books, they could vaugly make out Kleiner over the sounds of their own panicked breathing.

"Did everyone else leave? Oh, how disappointing. I do hope they liked it..."

He was turned to face were the group had been standing now, not seeing them and thinking they had left. His voice echoed around them as Barney cursed Lamarr.

'He thinks we left. He will notice us missing, right?'

Chell finally spoke up, her hands shaking slightly as she signed. She and Stanley were probably the least prepared for this kind of stuff to happen. They both looked like they were going to be sick any second, with Adrian now rubbing comforting circles on Stanley's back while Barney peeked out from the shelf they had hid under.

'He will notice.'

Gordon nodded as he signed back, joined Barney standing by the leg of the bookshelf. They both struggled to figure out how to proceed. They couldn't call for help or expect Kleiner to notice them missing. All of them had very anti-social habits except for Alyx, and it would probably take Kleiner at least 2 days before he realized they were gone. And the size they were, who knew how the human metobolism would function. They also had much farther they would have to travel to even attempt to get Kleiner attention.

Suddenly, Adrian moved to stand in the open. He was looking up at the bookshelf they were on. Barney franticly tried to usher him back to safety, but Adrian waved him off. It took the man a long moment of staring before he looked back down at Gordon and Barney and smiled.

'We should climb this bookshelf. It'll take us right to eye level with the doctor.'

He explained his idea, point of towards the lowest level of the shelf. It was only just barely above their heads, low enough for all of them to be able to lift and pull each other up. After that it was a matter of scaling the many poorly organized books.

'Let's do it.'

Gordon, the defacto leader, nodded. He gestured for Stanley, Chell, and Alyx to join them as he moved to instruct everyone. Adrian and Barney were swift to follow his orders, each helping Chell and Stanley up. Alyx, athleticlt skilled, simply jumped and pulled herself up. When Gordon finally managed to grace the lip of the shelf with his finger, he felt Barney's hand grab his wrist and yank him up, the pair tumbling backwards into a large pile of dust as they now all sat on the lowest level of the shelf.

'Easy Peasy.'

Adrian gloated slightly as his idea worked. Around them, the books looked more like a jagged cliffside than any sort of educational reading material.

'This is the worst.'

Stanley's input is minimal, but the look on his face says a lot. The last thing he wanted to do today was boulder up the side of a few dozen textbooks. Chell took his hand in hers, signing one handed her support.

'Think of it like a puzzle.'

She offered, almost half heartedly. Like she herself wasn't too excited for this. No one was excited for this.

"Onwards and upwards, guys. We should probably make it up before Kleiner decides to leave."

Alyx lead the group towards the first book. The spine faced them, the lettering almost the same height as them as they all clambered up it. 'Theoretical Physics For Dummies.'

They climbed up and up and up and up. Each book was a treacherous new height. Higher and higher they went. Only a few times did anyone almost fall.

The first fall scare was Gordon. He was so preoccupied with trying to help Stanley up the side of a thin little novella that he misstepped, causing him to fall backwards down the slope of the fallen book before it. He slid only a few inches but it felt like he was slipping down it for much father, the dust collecting on his clothes not making it any more pleasant.

After what felt like hours but might have only been a few minutes, the group was now stood on top of the bookshelf. To their left was Kleiner, standing just a few feet away hunched over his beloved new project, the machine that shrunk them in the first place. He was humming to himself as he toyed with the paneling and wiring, oblivious. To their right, Lamarr was sleeping on the computer keyboard. No wonder she hadn't bothered them once.

"HEY! KLEINER! OVER HERE!"

Barney cupped his hands around his mouth as he yelled and shouted for Kleiners attention. Alyx joined him, practically screaming at him to look over at them.

"KLEINER! ON THE BOOKSELF! LOOK!"

The rest of the group was waving their arms above their head and stomping their feet. Being a group made up entirely of mute people was probably the biggest detriment to their existence right now. Hopefully, this would all become a funny story soon.

'Guys.'

Chell was no longer waving her arms. In fact, she wasn't even looking at Kleiner anymore as she tugged on Gordon's sleeve.

'Guys, stop it. Stop. Lamarr can-'

She's cut off as Gordon turns to see probably the most horrific thing ever.

He was never a fan of the way headcrabs looked. He found them to be gross looking.

They looked even grosser up close and from the perspective of an ant.

Lamarr stood only feet from them. She lacked eyes, but she did have other means of tracking down prey. And now, to the groups collective horror, she seemed to be stalking them down for her next meal. Oblivious to the fact that they were her owners, not tiny, loud bugs.

"Run?"

Barney asked as he tentatively moved to grab Stanley's hand. Alyx had already begun backing away with Chell, their movements slow. Adrian was standing his ground next to Gordon, his military training kicking in as he stared down their newest threat.

'Run.'

Gordon signed.

Immediately the group was scrambling over papers and past potted plants, frantically jumping from the shelf to the filing cabinet next to it as Lamarr clambered clumsily after them, knocking over things as she went.

Lucky for them, that caught Kleiners attention. Unlucky for them, they were now cornered on the shelf next to the filing cabinet, no way down as they stood on the old wooden plank that held a few framed photos.

"Lamarr! You adorable little beast!"

Kleiner said affectionately as he approached, scooping up Lamarr before she had the chance to lunge at the shelf.

"You know, if you want attention, you should go find Adrian. I'm sure he would be happy to take you and Spore to the park."

The old man cooed as he cradled the headcrab. The group was silent, still recovering from the chase. Finally, as Kleiner was turning away, Barney regained his voice and started yelling again.

"KLEINER! THE SHELF! LOOK AT THE SHELF!"

His voice was horse from running and screaming, his head spinning as he leaned against one of the framed photos.

Kleiner paused, then turned. He had heard Barney, but was confused. He thought Barney and the other had left. He looked to the shelf, squinting as he tried to understand what Barney meant.

"Hm? What do you- Oh, my!"

He was taken aback by the sight before him. Gordon, Barney, Adrian, Chell, Alyx and Stanley, all only a few inches tall and standing on his shelf. All covered in dust and grime. All looking so very tired.

"How did this happen? So the machine does work on humans! This is wonderful! Well... this isn't wonderful..."

Kleiners excitement for science temporary outweighed his worry for the group. When he caught himself, he sheepishly gestured to them.

"But I'm sure you understand! I'm so very sorry this happened!"

He apologized as the group caught their breaths.

"Just change us back!"

Alyx spoke up, and Kleiner nodded. He placed down Lamarr and shooed her out of the room before offering his hands to the group. They all clambered on, Kleiner remarking on how strange it was that he could fit all of them in his hands.

He moved to place them back where they had been before on the floor, telling them to not move at all as he rushed back to the machine as flicked a switch.

In mere moments, there was another bright flash and awful nauseating feeling. Gordon squeezed his eyes shut as the world spun again, and he could hear Stabley gagging hard behind him.

When he regained his vision, Chell and Stanley were both doubled over, Adrian looked almost green in the face, and Barney was taking in gulps of air. Alyx seemed to be hiding how sick she felt as she comforted Adrian to try and keep him from throwing up on the floor.

"Again, I'm truly sorry!"

Kleiner repeated his apology as he shut off the machine. Gordon shook his head. This fiasco would need a few days before everyone would be willing to laugh about it.

'At least your machine works.'

Gordon signed shakily as he tried to blink away the oncoming headache.

"Yes, I suppose that's true. Say, would you all be willing to document any effects it had on you?"

As Kleiner pulled out a notebook, Alyx spoke up and stopped him.

"Give us an hour to rest fist, doc."

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blackestnight · 3 months

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lucky numbers

a very happy birthday present for @nuclearanomaly! set in her adorable bookshop au which i love (and with a cameo from @aethernoise, thank you again for letting me borrow alyx). i know estinien and nini had traded numbers by the first time she went to one of his shows and i know in my heart of hearts it did not happen without significant embarrassment, so, behold: the annual tradition of bullying the shit out of estinien.

The best part of having friends was recruiting them for free labor—well, labor at the cost of cheap pizza and cheaper beer. The worst part of having friends was everything else.

“I find one makes faster friends with their neighbors by actually talking to them, rather than staring out the window,” Aymeric said, and Estinien scowled at his reflection in the glass. Beyond both of their ghostlike doubles, he could see the lights over the front door of Page 64 flicking on as evening fell.

“Don’t know why I’d bother when the friends I do have can’t mind their own bloody business,” Estinien snapped, and deliberately turned away from the window to lean back against the cool glass. It felt like bliss on the back of his head, easing the headache that was starting to form from the overwhelming smell of paint that filled the shop. “Am I paying you just to annoy me?”

“I come with a peace offering,” Aymeric assured him, and held up a slice of pizza balanced on a newsprint sheet. Both the edges of the paper and Aymeric’s fingers were smeared with red paint, though the pizza at least seemed clean. Estinien grunted and took the slice. “Have you been by the bookshop at all?”

“Too busy.” It was true enough, at least. Trying to organize equipment deliveries and inspections around painting and cleaning and the thousand other tasks he had to finish before opening day kept Estinien on his feet from sunup to sunset, it seemed, and whatever free time he had did not fall within normal business hours. He only caught glimpses of the owner when she stepped in and out of her own shop’s front door, hanging posters on the window or setting out little chalkboards with quotes from old novels. There seemed to be some sort of fantasy theme on this week, because there was a shaky outline of crossed swords in the corner of the slate that had nearly been smeared away by passersby, with little yellow lines around them like they were meant to glow.

(Idly he thought they could use a bit of shading for a more dynamic effect. Yellow and blue, maybe, in keeping with the pastels. A pink dragon and dusty orange flames crawling up the opposite corner. Deliberately two-dimensional, like illustrations in old folktales.)

Aymeric, the fucker, waited until Estinien had a mouthful of pizza to clap a hand on his shoulder. “If I may offer a bit of unsolicited advice, my friend,” he said, without a pause for Estinien to swallow and tell him you may not, you dick. “Sometimes it does one wonders to be a tad selfish. Taking a bit of time for your own happiness can bring about miracles.”

He wasn’t looking at Estinien anymore—Aymeric’s voice had gone soft and wistful, and he’d angled himself to lean against the window so he could look across the room to where Alyx was crouched on the floor, cutting in the corners by the floorboards with an angled brush and snickering over something with Hilda. She looked up as if responding to her name, improbable as it was with Ysayle’s little speaker filling the shop with screeching guitar riffs, and answered Aymeric’s soppy smile with a wink and a wave from her free hand.

Estinien swallowed his mouthful of pizza. “If you make me vomit,” he warned, “I’ll be sure to aim for your shoes.”

“Just consider it,” Aymeric said, and strode across the room to join the ladies in their corner, where Alyx busied herself painting a lopsided heart on his forearm with a brush far too wide for the task.

Estinien folded the remainder of his pizza slice in half to shove it in his mouth, dusted his hands free of crumbs, and resolved to ignore the sunset washing the shop across the street in enticing golds and blues.

—

His resolve lasted exactly as long as it took to finish peeling the tape from the base trim, and then the paint fumes became overwhelming enough that all of them had to step outside—his fault for scheduling a painting day before the aircon system had been set up, he figured. Hilda and Ysayle planted themselves on the front sidewalk, leaning back against the building’s facade, and propped the front door open with Hilda’s backpack.

Aymeric of course took the opportunity to sling an arm over Estinien’s shoulders and steer him across the street, like an obnoxiously polite sheepdog.

“If my shop gets robbed, you’re paying for it,” Estinien grumbled.

“Watching any would-be trespassers confronting Ysayle and Hilda would be worth the cost of admission,” Aymeric said. “Have a little faith, my friend. And be a little selfish.”

Aymeric was not so inelegant as to shove Estinien through Page 64’s front door, but it was a near thing.

The tinkling bell over the door disguised the sound of his stumbling footsteps, but didn’t entirely manage to cover the squeak of surprise from the front counter.

“Oh!” said the little shopkeeper as she pushed her glasses up her nose. “Hi, Mister Borel. I wasn’t expecting to see you or, um, or your friend.”

(Green eyes like fresh spring growth, and hair the color of lavender. The pastels really would suit her—suit her shop well.)

“My apologies for stopping in so late, Miss Ninira,” Aymeric said. “I happened to be in the area helping Estinien with his set-up, and he’s been so eager to come by”—Aymeric would have done his ballroom teacher proud, Estinien thought, with the way he pivoted to avoid having his foot stomped on— “so I thought I would join him. Have you finished the most recent Sirens?”

“Oh! No, not yet. I’ve been busy sorting new inventory…I like your, erm, tattoo?” Ninira said, with a fluttery little gesture to Aymeric.

“A new acquisition,” Aymeric said drily, and held out his arm for closer inspection. Alyx’s painted heart had blossomed rapidly into a field of truly shitty flowers, and eventually the entire inside of his forearm had been covered with a solid coat of red; Hilda had taken a Sharpie to the new canvas to give him a skull-and-crossbones ‘tattoo’ so awful Estinien had felt morally obligated to disguise it in a half-sleeve of boring but inoffensive thorns and roses. “Estinien’s work, actually. If you’ll believe it he’s actually far better in his preferred medium.”

“It’s really good,” Ninira said, and then looked up at Estinien. “Are you the owner of the place across the street?”

He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Yeah. S’posed to open in a couple of weeks.”

“I always say that if I am ever possessed with the desire to be stabbed thousands of times by a needle, Estinien will be the only one I trust to do it,” Aymeric said. “I’m going to browse for just a moment before you close.” And with that the cur ducked around Estinien and vanished into the stacks.

Having friends was the worst.

Ninira fussed with the counter for a moment, dropping Estinien’s gaze. “I guess my shop must not look that impressive compared to yours,” she said. “I’ve seen the renovations—just, just as I pass by sometimes—and I can tell it’s going to look really…cool once you’ve finished,” she said.

(Dusky rose on her cheeks. Was she blushing?)

“No,” Estinien said, and flinched when it came out gruff. He cleared his throat. “Your place looks good, I mean. I like the chalkboards you do.”

“Really?” Ninira said, and looked back up so quickly he might have called it a flinch. “I mean, thank you. I’m not great at lettering or art or…things.”

“Really,” Estinien said. “I think they look nice. Readable.” Readable. Fury’s tits. “I mean—sometimes when people do hand-lettering it’s so gods-awful you can’t tell what it’s meant to say. Yours is nice though.” He scuffed his boot against the floor. “What kind of chalk do you use?”

Ninira uncapped and re-capped a pen. “Just sidewalk chalk. Kids’ art supplies.”

From somewhere across the aisles, he swore he heard Aymeric cough.

“I’ve got some chalk paints you could borrow,” Estinien said. “They’re more durable. Or—if you wanted,” he said, “I could do a couple signs for you sometime.”

“Really?” Ninira said again. “I’d—yes, if it’s no trouble. That would be nice. Thank you,” she said.

“Yeah,” Estinien told her. “Here, I have—” He rummaged in his pocket. His ‘business cards’ were nothing fancy, no use wasting money on nice ones before the shop was even open, and he found himself regretting his frugality when the card he pulled out was plain white and grubby from the dye on his jeans. Thank Halone there was another pen on the counter so he didn’t have to ask for the one from her hand. He scrawled his tomephone number across the back of the card and laid it on the counter. “You can text me or something when you want me to do one for you. A sign.”

“I will!” Ninira said. “I’ll text you now, actually. So you have my number.” Estinien twirled the pen across his knuckles while she wrested her tomephone from her pocket—it looked massive in her hands—and carefully tapped against the screen. After a minute his own phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out to show a notification: This is Nini from the bookshop! with a little smiley face.

“Thanks,” he grunted, and obligingly entered a new contact: Nini, and then, after hovering over the keyboard for a moment, the smiling emoji with the glasses. “Just let me know.”

“I will,” she said. “Thank you, Estinien.”

Aymeric reappeared then, a slim paperback held in his hand. “My apologies again for coming in so close to closing time,” he said, as Ninira scrambled to shove her phone away. “I hope the rest of your evening is peaceful, at least.”

“You’re fine,” Nini said, as she punched Aymeric’s purchase into the register. “Thank you for coming. I hope I’ll see you again soon?” But when she asked, her eyes slid over to Estinien.

“Naturally,” Aymeric said. “Both of us, I’m sure. Have a good night, Miss Nira.”

“G’night,” Estinien grunted, and ducked out of the door.

“Night!” Ninira chirped.

—

In a fantastic display of restraint, Estinien had managed to wait until they were back across the street before pulling Aymeric into a headlock, and couldn’t even bring himself to regret it when his phone buzzed that night with a new text. Would you like to come by tomorrow to do a sign?

Sounds good, he sent back, and went to grab his sketchbook.

#writing - mine #aymeric de borel #estinien wyrmblood #ninira #alyx #HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAYNE #i was going to do something else but then this idea possessed me #so. ENJOY

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potofbees · 2 years

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halflife 2 and the eps are so funny to me because like. its clearly setting alyx up as like gordons sidekick and the one helping u thru the games but it becomes increasingly obvious that she is so very overqualified for everything and gordon is. well. one of them has 2 decades of experience in a post apocalyptic world and skills in mechanics, engineering, hacking, etc etc and the other spent like 7 years in college to get a phd in theoretical physics and then had a really bad day at work. starting to think one is putting in more work for the group project than the other

#like i play thru and feel the need to protect alyx cause im the one in the suit of armor yknow but then i realize. i think im the sidekick #i love gordon but. alyx would simply be unstoppable if she got the suit #half-life #half life #embarassed to halflife post but ill explode if i dont write this somewhere #mine

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higgs-the-god · 13 days

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The One Where Gordon Is A Puppy 1-3

#art #TOWGIAP au #gordon freeman #alyx vance #barney calhoun #isaac kleiner #eli vance #this is for the few ppl who know the context #and well. its. a lot is gonna happen #writing AND drawing this au. im gonna regret it #itssssssssss 3:30 am #half life

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pilot-boi · 8 months

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Jaune sees Lewis & Alyx

Jaune: What's this? Two kid who can use an older brother to take care of them

And then, unfortunately, everything went wrong!

Jaune, who has attachment issues and trauma and was already mentally unwell BEFORE spending two decades alone, clings far too hard to the first people in decades and overcompensates far too much to the point where he drives them away

Alyx (and Lewis but mostly Alyx) is a child all alone in a strange place being told over and over again that she can’t trust anything here except her brother, that nothing is REAL except her brother

And then along comes this man, this sad strange man. He says that he’s from home, that he’s waiting for his friends, that he’s been alone for decades. He keeps them on the path, he protects them from the Jabberwalker, he comforts them when they wake up in a panic.

He’s kind, Lewis says. He’s weird, Alyx says.

He’s suspicious, the smoky Alyx whispers.

The Rusted Knight just wants to keep them safe, the way he couldn’t with his friends. The Rusted Knight sees that they’re just kids, gods they’re just kids, HE was just a kid. The Rusted Knight is trying so hard to do the first thing right in his whole life and he can’t even be the IMAGINARY hero

The Rusted Knight drinks poison in Alyx’s stead

#rwby #jaune arc #rwby alyx #rwby lewis #mine #asks #my writing #anonymous

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Anti-Citizen One | Chapter 17: Secrete Alliances

Chapter Summary: This cancerous cell must be found and destroyed before it can grow any stronger and spread. The limb must be amputated. Extracted. Contained. If not found soon then the rest of the body is at risk for infection.

The body must be kept alive at all costs… no matter what it takes.

#nugget writes #hey look at me finally writing for one of my half life fics!#:D #half life #gordon freeman #half life alyx #half life au #gordon is no longer human #alien!gordon #eldritch gordon #freehoun #its there I promise

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Stargazing with shavik??? Pretty please??

Love them! Just a couple of soldiers in a post-war galaxy. 🥺

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There came a time in life when the war ended.

The soldiers came home, laid down their weapons, and took a breath.

For once, the impossible seemed possible. Species all across the galaxy banded together. All of Commander Shepard’s hard work finally paid off, and that unity survived into the aftermath of the Reaper War. Recovery efforts were extensive; but for the first time in a long while, hope persevered.

There would come a time when Shepard’s help would be needed again. Of that, they were certain.

And when the call came, they would answer.

For now, however, they were going to enjoy the peace while it lasted.

Calloused fingers reached out at their side, brushing lightly along the tips of tall grass. Each blade danced in the cool, evening breeze, their color slightly washed out in the darkness of night.

Echoes of the past whispered through each individual blade of grass, the effects of the Cipher growing stronger with each passing day. Slowing to a halt, Alyx let their eyes slip closed, and they listened.

Flashes of memories played out like scenes out of a movie. Children chased flying insects native to the area. Young lovers sprinted through the fields with breathless grins. Fires roared while the geth trampled past the destruction left in their wake. Ghosts of an empire cried out as their home was annihilated.

Alyx hadn’t even realized they were holding their breath, not until they felt fingers brush against their own.

They inhaled sharply, and fresh air brought in a rush of oxygen along with it, causing their head to spin.

The memories they could sense around them were replaced with familiar ones, most of them equally as chilling, but familiar nonetheless.

Alyx opened their eyes to stare at Javik.

It was still so strange, seeing him outside of his armor, experimenting with different styles from various species. Civilian attire suited him, though, especially the looser, lighter fabrics that he seemed to prefer.

In spite of themself, Alyx smiled.

Javik spared them a glance, lips parted.

“What?” he asked.

They immediately shook their head.

“It’s nothing.” He leveled them with a curious stare, so Alyx shrugged. “I was just thinking that this is where we first met.”

"That, it is," he replied, then snorted after a second. "Don't tell me you're feeling sentimental, Commander."

"And if I was?" they countered, never one to back down around him. "Would that be so bad?"

He considered that, fingers twitching.

"No, perhaps not."

For the first time since Alyx knew him, everything about him was so gentle. His voice, his eyes, his touch.

When he reached out to take Alyx's face in his hands, Alyx surrendered to all of the emotions, thoughts, and memories exchanged between them. He traced every single detail, fascinated, and Alyx let him.

Eventually, he asked, "Tell me. What do people like us do when there is no war to be fought?"

A fair enough question. He had been born into battle. It was all he knew when he went to sleep, and it was the first thing he woke up to in a far-distant future.

Alyx knew a time "before" war, but their time on Earth sometimes felt like a battlefield in and of itself.

They placed their hands over his, stopping them in their path, and squeezed.

For that moment, he sounded so lost, and that feeling echoed through Alyx, both of them feeding into the feeling.

That didn't mean they couldn't at least try and make sense of the uncertainty.

"When the war is over, soldiers must find a new purpose," Alyx explained in a whisper. "Easier said than done, I know, but we have to keep going. We build a new life."

They glanced back over their shoulder, the lights from the colony twinkling like stars themselves.

"That's what Eden Prime has always been, right? A beginning and an end. A place where our old lives ended and our new ones began." They took a deep breath to steady the tremor in their voice. "It was where the Reapers' war on this cycle first started, so… I don't know." They gave a half-shrug. "I felt it was fitting to end the post-war victory tour here, to remember those lost."

Even then, off in the distance, they could hear celebrations in full swing. While there was still much to rebuild, scars that needed to heal, the colonists were more than happy to have a reprieve away from all the devastation that had been inflicted upon them, time and time again. They were given a chance to focus on all of the good that life had to offer, so they seized the opportunity.

They definitely earned the break, and then some.

"Figured this was our chance to put the past to rest," Alyx said. Hesitantly, they wrapped their arms around him, but Javik accepted the embrace without complaint. "Together."

Golden eyes stared down at them. For a split second, he glanced towards the colony, humming low in contemplation.

"Together," he said with a hint of finality. "But let's take a walk. You mentioned on the ride here that it's been a while since you've seen the stars from planetside."

"It has been," they stated, wrinkling their nose ever so slightly, "and Earth wasn't exactly known for its views when I grew up there. Too much pollution at the time."

Not to take into account its condition when Alyx was last there, but neither of them mentioned that.

Javik tugged them along instead.

"Then, let's go." He coaxed them away from all of the noise. "We're not going to see much this close to the settlement."

"Yeah," Alyx agreed, "although, if we want the full impact, then we have a long trip ahead of us."

"That's never stopped us before."

"You're right."

And it wasn’t going to stop them now.

They tangled their fingers together, and they set off into the night.

They lost track of time after a while, but that mattered little to them. They continued walking, hand in hand, no matter how many times they faltered.

Cybernetic scars split open Alyx's skin in little, web-like cracks, but they hardly felt as self-conscious about them now as they did when they first woke up after Project Lazarus. The violet lighting glowed, penetrating through the haze of darkness.

Each step forward revealed how Alyx favored one side while walking, a noticeable limp to their right leg that never really went away after the war.

Their right arm was completely prosthetic. Metallic at the moment, but it worked well enough for them.

There were scars from burns that never quite healed right, and pain always lingered, even if nothing more than a dull background noise.

Alyx coped with it as best as they could, took it all in stride, or so they let on.

It was their reminder of all that they had survived, the sacrifices that they made to get to where they were.

It was a reminder that they were still alive, that they got an actual chance to live.

Neither one of them said much throughout their journey, but the unspoken exchanges through touch said enough.

Once they reached the top of a hill that overlooked the main settlement, they came to a stop.

"Shall we have a seat?" Alyx asked, waving towards a spot on the ground.

Javik grumbled, but Alyx knew him long enough to know when he was about to start trolling.

"You mean you didn't bring anything for me to sit on? Unacceptable. I'll have you know that I do not need to settle for these types of condi—"

"Oh, shut up."

With a shove of their biotics, they knocked him onto his ass.

Before he could respond, they were already snuggling up to him, their back to his chest. As they squirmed their way in between his legs, they took his arms and wrapped them around themself, a smug smile upon their lips.

Javik huffed, disgruntled yet fond.

"I think you just like to push me around."

"I like to put you in your place," Alyx corrected, their expression coy. "'Pushing you around,' as you call it, is a part of that at times, but I certainly don't hear you complaining."

A lone grunt of acknowledgement, followed by a pointed silence, was answer enough.

Alyx snickered, nudging him lightly.

"Now, hush. Enjoy the view with me."

Not a difficult order to follow. Away from all the light and noise, the night sky lit up in delight. Stars came out of hiding and brightened for their audience, glittering like precious gems.

Alyx mapped out that portion of the sky in their mind, seeking out familiar constellations with the eagerness of a child.

Even the soil held onto fragmented remains of those who came before, explorers that charted their course through the vast sea of space.

Perhaps that could be their new purpose. To explore, instead of fighting. Even the Milky Way still had a lot of untouched areas, ready and waiting to be seen.

All things considered, staring up at those stars reminded Alyx how small their corner of the universe truly was.

It might make their lives seem insignificant to some in the grander scheme of things, but Alyx thought that it emphasized the importance of their home all the more, to have so many willing to fight so hard to preserve the integrity of a speck of dust that was lost amongst the sandstorm.

Parting their lips, they released a shaky breath.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" they whispered.

"Yes, you are."

A solid beat passed before they fully processed that, startling even themself by laughing aloud.

"I meant the stars."

"Oh." He sounded extremely unimpressed compared to before. "Then, yeah, they're alright."

Alyx couldn't help but to grin, even as they rolled their eyes.

To think, they had traveled all over the galaxy, met so many people, but they found their solace in the arms of a Prothean. An alien outside of his time.

And while they might not ever be the types for grand gestures or flowery words, they had something that simply worked for them, and that was all that mattered.

Understanding, familiarity, belonging.

Alyx wouldn't trade that for anything.

Turning in his arms, they captured his lips into a kiss. They knew that it was still strange to him, to show affection in such a way, but he never hesitated to kiss them back.

Roaming hands quickly sought out bared skin, so many words communicated at once yet left unsaid.

Right now, they might feel like a couple of worn-out souls, left floating adrift on their own, but Alyx had faith in them. They'd find what awaited them beyond the uncertainty.

Even those lost at sea could one day happen upon a shore.

When the time was right, they wouldn't hesitate.

They would take that first step towards solid ground, towards stability.

And they would do so together.

#mass effect #mass effect trilogy #alyx shepard #themshep #genderfluid shepard #javik #shavik #bluerose answers #bluerose writes

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