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reisgeis · 11 months

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thinking up a dreamtale rewrite

#undertale #utmv #au sans #dream #nightmare #kindred fate #dreamtale rewrite #angst grind #my art #fanart

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harbingersecho · 8 months

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WODtober 14 > Lines Drawn In Blood ⥄ RVBtober 14 > Crossover

"He and I are closer than friends. We are enemies linked together. The same sin binds us."

So. Here's some possible bg/lore mixing - idk if normal, 'non-secret service/intelligence agency' humans in this universe know vampires exist but disregarding that -

I think a lot of the vampires, esp the ones in space, are pretty high generation or thin-bloods (i.e. they're weak). Originally Locus + Felix were on the v edge of being thin-bloods (like gen 13) but... they're not anymore. The wonders of diablerie - not that they really advertise it. Views on that haven't really changed. They're also autarki aka freelance/mercenaries, but I dunno when they were Embraced; could've been before, during or after the War. Doesn't rly matter that much, they can all work imo but at least for Locus post-War works best

Locus could have either the Blood Addiction bane or the Noxious Blood bane since I think both could work for him, and Felix would have the classic Ravnos Bane of needing to move around.

I'll post more thoughts abt why I chose those clans for them + more abt sharky etc a bit later bc I don't want this to be too long lol <3

#red vs blue #rvb #wodtober #rvbtober #vtm #locus #felix #sharkface #mine #lolix #*23 #cw blood #you knew this was coming you've always known. multitrack drifting #you can't see it but imagine that i'm doing the 'you know i had to do it to em' pose.#anyway this might not make any sense to rvb folks but. if they're the same clan i imagine they'd be lasombra.#also if theyre the same clan they killed their sire together (and maybe they also diablerized mason later. just a thought)#if theyre different locus would be banu haqim and felix would be ravnos. i was debating some other clans for felix but c'mon. tempting fate #your honor you KNOW they're in a fucking blood wedding!! helloooo dysfunctional obsessive addiction!!! also theyre autarki obviously.#outside of them bgc would all be kine/humans or at most thin-bloods. the freelancers could be hunters if i had to class them #originally i was thinking of vamp pfl but i dont think unsc would rly approve + the whole ai thing would be even more of a mess w/ kindred #sharkface kinda has to be a mariner gangrel. their symbol is literally a shark. + insurrectionists were an anarch movement #whats the crossover between vtm and rvb fans? like a handful of ppl? well whatever i think u can enjoy vampire lolix w/o vtm knowledge #esp since i dumped some info on there + some of it is 'modified' from wod and rvb/halo lol #might post a more in-depth thing later. i know i always quote this from locus but. ['im doing this for Me' speech here]

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hauntaku2 · 4 months

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Someone: "Erm... Palworld is so neat! It's way better than.. uh.. Pokemon. Number 1 on the Steam charts! Yeah, Nintendo fans are coping hard! Guh-huh!"

Me: "Remember TemTem? That's right! You don't. It was overhyped and faded into obscurity. At least the monster designs were good."

#thoughts #video games #gaming #TemTem #Palworld #Pokemon #Palworld used ai #TemTem didn't #Kindred Fates is better though #behave or you'll lose note privileges

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akkreti · 1 day

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Imaginary Scramble as an event holistically is just above average. There are some good parts, some iffy parts, some bad parts, and some amazing parts, but as a whole it definitely doesn't hit as hard as Atlantis or Avalon le Fae.

The ending though, the final message, the whole theme the story is trying to bring to bear:

You are created by something larger than you could ever imagine. You have a purpose set for you since your creation. Your skills and your passion are not your own. Everything that you are belongs to someone else first, your passion, your personality, your identity, all of it is patchwork made by taking it from someone else. Someone better than you.

Strip away all that the world has forced unto you, and you will find barely anything good.

You are a cheap knockoff, you are the off-brand product someone has to settle with because the real deal is too expensive and out of reach, you are a tasteless exploitation of someone else's hard work and struggle, the only positive quality the world thinks you have is the profit you can bring to your creator, your skills that are not your own

But, you are alive. You are here, you have desires, you have hopes and dreams, you want and you want and you want, and the world condemns you just because of your existence, but you are here, right here and right now, and you are trying and you are living and-

I love you, Clytie van Gogh. From one tasteless gutter copycat to another, I love you Miss Van Gogh.

It's been nearly a year since you gave me this self-portrait. Despite everything, it's your face.

With my unwavering loyalty and friendship, a handshake to you.

#fate grand order #my post #van gogh #clytie van gogh #fgo #van gogh my beloved #van gogh my blorbo #a love letter from me to the kindred spirit i met in the imaginary ocean #imaginary scramble

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johbeil · 11 months

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Providence

When the cat was yawning and stretching himself after a prolonged nap this morning, I said to him, “We’re kindred spirits, you and I – neither of us has a plan, and we both leave it all up to providence.” – Niebla (© 2023)

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#cat #fate #no plan #planning #poem #Poetry #providence #kindred spirits #che sarà sarà #niebla

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moralesmilesanhour · 10 months

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You. Spiderverse fan. Pretend that I have just stopped you on the street and am gripping your shoulders. Forget about romantic Gwiles for a second, walk with me.

Girl what about the 'fridged female love interest' trope as a metaphor for comphet. What about codependent friendships that seem doomed to fall apart. Come to the platonic Gwiles store with me...

#do u think gwen looks at miles sometimes and sees her doomed fate in other universes.#also they have known each other for less than a week cumulatively. yet they're both convinced that they're kindred spirits #be a shame if they got a rude awakening :) and had to reform their relationship based on trust not shared trauma :)#don't mind me y'all im just talking #blabbering

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miquella-everywhere · 3 days

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So how do you think Melina ended up with Torrent, and what connection do you think she has with Miquella?

Oh god where do I even BEGIN with Melina.

She is shrouded in so much mystery that I cannot even begin to make sense of her. Even Miquella makes more sense than her!

But regardless... all that we know about Melina at this point is that she is an apparent amnesiac who is "burnt and bodiless", born from her "mother" at the foot of the Erdtree, has some vague ass connection to the Gloam-Eyed Queen, and that she somehow got Torrent from Miquella....

probably....

So the best theory that I can come up with at this point is that she too is somehow connected to the Realm of Shadow, whether its through the Gloam-Eyed Queen or something else, I cannot say, but her "burned and bodiless" remark makes me think of Messmer. If she is from the RoS and related to the Gloam-Eyed Queen, an apparent enemy to Queen Mairka, that makes her an instant enemy of Messmer. So perhaps she was burned by him and his flame, and then you have Kind Miquella traveling into the RoS for his own reasons....

Maybe he took pity on Melina for what happened to her, or perhaps he saw her importance as a relative if the GEQ and saved her to use her potentially. Maybe it was all to give Tortrent to us(the Tarnished) because Miquella has use of us in the Realm of Shadow in the grand scheme of things, and also so Melina could be used as Kindling in order to burn the Erdtree, because I would say that Miquella also has a lot in stake regarding the 'end' of the Erdtree 🤔

#that last bit makes miq sound a bit inscidiuos but let me say that i believe in melínas own choice/free will #miq and mel both have a lot in their characters regarding choosing their own path outside what was expected of them'#ie melínas 'mother #and miqs 'fate'#they are kindred spirits #elden ring #melina #miquella the unalloyed #uri answers

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wondereads · 2 months

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April YA Book Releases

The Reappearance of Rachel Price by Holly Jackson

YA Thriller

Author of A Good Girl's Guide to Murder

true crime, missing persons, memory loss

Fate Be Changed by Farrah Rochon

YA Fantasy

Twisted Tales series

princess, disney, curses

Your Blood, My Bones by Kelly Andrew

YA Fantasy

Author of The Whispering Dark

dark magic, gothic, lgbt

The Black Girl Survives in This One: Horror Stories by Desiree S. Evans and Saraceia J. Fennell

YA Horror

Author of Cool. Awkward. Black.

anthology, ghosts, zombies

Something Kindred by Ciera Burch

YA Contemporary

Author of Finch House

lgbt, coming of age, photography

Against the Darkness by Kendare Blake

YA Fantasy

Buffy: The Next Generation #3

vampires, witches, high school

The Final Curse of Ophelia Cray by Christine Calella

YA Historical

Debut author

pirates, identity theft, navy

Calling of Light by Lori M. Lee

YA Fantasy

Shamanborn Series #3

class differences, dark forest, sacrifice

We're Never Getting Home by Tracy Badua

YA Contemporary

Author of This Is Not a Personal Statement

aapi, religion, friendship breakup

The Kill Factor by Ben Oliver

YA Horror

Author of The Loop

dystopian, survival, social injustice

Song of the Six Realms by Judy I. Lin

YA Fantasy

Author of A Magic Steeped in Poison

aapi, royalty, music

Off With Their Heads by Zoe Hana Mikuta

YA Fantasy

Author of Gearbreakers

korean, retelling, sapphic

Harley Quinn: Redemption by Rachael Allen

YA Adventure

DC Icons Series #3

superheroes, lgbt, action

Powerful by Lauren Roberts

YA Fantasy

The Powerless Trilogy

forbidden romance, assassination, class difference

To a Darker Shore by Leanne Schwartz

YA Fantasy

Author of A Prayer for Vengeance

beauty standards, invention, monsters

Return of the Vengeful Queen by C. J. Redwine

YA Fantasy

Author of The Shadow Queen

pirates, political, revenge plot

The Notes by Catherine Con Morse

YA Contemporary

Debut author

boarding school, musical arts, aapi

The Lilies by Quinn Diacon-Furtado

YA Thriller

Debut author

detective, time loop, dark academia

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hauntaku2 · 4 months

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Everyone's talking about Palworld, but what you should be talking about is Kindred Fates!

#thoughts #video games #gaming #Palworld #Kindred Fates

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thomas-jefferson-miku-binder · 1 month

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a reminder that the guides would be my personal opinion as someone who’s deeply enamored with league of legends’ midness. not every league champion would be covered as i would only talk about those i’m sufficiently familiar with

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daily-rayless · 10 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Thank you, but aaaaaaa, this is difficult. I only started posting on AO3 last year, but I've been posting fic online since 2006, and while there's a lot of old stuff I can't 100% stand by, there are also older fics and elements of older fics I'm still proud of today.

I think for a lot of ficwriters, our fics are tied very closely to different points in our lives and our sense of accomplishment -- so things like that also make it difficult to pick favorites when looking at these titles stirs up so many memories.

But here, I'll give it a shot:

5: Kindred (Harry Potter, 2007, no longer online): These days, my feelings about HP are less positive, but Kindred was my take on the life and upbringing of Fleur Delacour. It allowed me to research an expansive fantasy world as well as make new friends online as they patiently fielded my questions about life in the UK. I got to play around with original world building when it came to Beauxbatons and Veela (at a time when the HP world was still more open) as well as imagine the latter sections of the series from the perspective of the Order of the Phoenix. I was also writing this right during all the build up to Book Seven. I thought I was pretty safe in world building for Fleur, figuring she'd never be all that central, only to read Deathly Hallows and find not only that she's fairly involved, but a good chunk of my headcanon had to be thrown out and rewritten. Kindred was also the first time I'd contributed a longfic to a major fandom that was simmering with interest and energy, and I got so much encouraging feedback. It was a lot of work, I felt so proud of myself, and I was so pleased people enjoyed it. I'm still touched when people message me and say they remember it all these years later.

Weasley gives me an automatic smile. “Just a moment, excuse me.” He jerks his chin to Hassan, and they pass out of the room, down the hall. Hassan glances at me, raises his eyebrows, and grins.

Damn.

I distract myself from my hunger by studying the office. This is one of the smaller ones I’ve seen, cluttered with unopened boxes and a half-filled bookcase. The desk is neat, stacked with papers. A black leather-bound book on the desk catches my eye, its cover stamped with broad gold swirls and dots. It also, I realize, opens right-to-left. Hebrew?

I glance at the still-open door. No sounds.

I slide my fingers under the front cover, flipping it open. Then I blink and lean forward. Every left page is full of that sweeping, dotted script. Every right page has pictures, very stylized. Hieroglyphs, I think. A lot of the figures have animal heads on human bodies, and I recognize the ancient Egyptian numerals from Arithmancy class. I shut the book. I really shouldn’t pry.

My stomach yowls. Well, glancing at stuff on the desk isn’t prying.

I pass over the papers. There’s a framed photo of nine people standing in front of a pyramid, all of them vibrantly redheaded. I pick out Bill Weasley in the group, sans ponytail and earring. He looks better with them.

I check his wall clock. 12:31. Argh.

There’s a small glass case by the photo, containing a chip of some rock (lapis?) inlaid with gold. Arranged around it are what seem to be ancient corn kernels...no...Oh my goodness, they’re human teeth.

Rattle.

I jump, wheeling guiltily towards the door.

Thud.

Rattle.

I look back down at the desk. The sounds are coming from the top left drawer.

Slowly, steadily, I back away from the desk.

Thud. It sounds large, as though something almost filling the drawer is shifting around.

Suddenly, the fact that I’m in a Curse-Breaker’s office carries much more weight. If Kensington could get a curse in the mail, couldn’t Weasley keep a special occasion curse in his desk drawer?

No matter. It doesn’t concern me.

“Mphlum?” comes from the drawer.

That was a human voice.

“Gphlb? Gvpblaffx!”

His muffled voice sounds like he’s struggling. I realize that I’ve stepped back towards the drawer.

Really...Weasley’s a Curse-Breaker...why would he keep a curse lying around? It’s his job to get rid of them.

“Plibg.”

I run my thumb along the smooth brass drawer-pull. Probably it’s some annoying portrait he’s imprisoned there for peace and quiet. I know all about that.

“Thfssss?”

I jerk the drawer open. A human head stares back at me.

4: The Stars Are Fire (Tales of the Abyss, 2021): This is my longfic about Asch and Natalia, exploring their relationship before and through the game, then examining Natalia's life after the war. I think what I love so much about this one was how emotionally free it felt to write it. Generally I write in a very linear style. Stars was written all over the place -- one scene here, one scene there, with very little regard as to stringing everything carefully together. The hope is that if you've played the game, you can follow where you are in the timeline, and the scenes are connected more by theme and feelings than plot. Doing it this way took a lot of pressure off of me. I didn't have to write "boring" scenes, I didn't have to carefully plot. A lot of the time it was just, "Oh, what about exploring this canonical scene?" Or, "Wouldn't be interesting to show this about their childhood?" And I could just go with it. Stars is also special to me because my earlier attempts to write long Abyss fics hadn't quite worked, which was a little discouraging because Abyss is one of my very favorite games.

Natalia flew into him, and, as if it were a dance they'd already learned, he closed his arms around her shoulders, the both of them burying their faces in each other. He could feel her fingers gripping his back, her eyelashes against his cheek, her heart pounding against his own. For just a moment, his brain was released from all thoughts, all impressions but breathless relief.

He was here. She was safe.

There were voices, the others exclaiming over Luke. In a moment, Natalia would push away from him, go to Luke too. But she'd come to him first. She'd run to him.

His brain was catching up to all of this, reminding him there was no time for any of it. Nor a point to any of it.

Natalia was pulling away, but she didn't leave his embrace, taking him by the shoulders, looking at him, saying something – asking if he was all right? Asch was about to say something stern – he didn't know what – but she had one of his hairs smeared across her wet cheek and first he needed to wipe that away, otherwise she looked ridiculous – and he touched her cheek, and the next thing he knew, he'd pressed his forehead to hers and shut his eyes and he could feel her soft breath and her hands tightening on him and he was doing his best not to say all of the things he needed to say – he –

“Whoa, what's this?”

Luke's – the replica's baffled voice was what Asch needed to break out of this storm. Not roughly, but firmly, he stepped back from Natalia – she kept hold of his arm, and he didn't stop her. And Asch felt almost furious satisfaction as he saw the replica staring confusedly at the Jewel of Lorelei in his palm.

After Asch explained, as everyone exclaimed over the Jewel – and that somehow they'd both survived the hyperresonance – Asch again felt weight settle over him. He was alive. It wasn't over.

He still had to go on.

3: The Muse of Last Songs (Transistor, 2019): The first in my Muse Trilogy. It was hard to pick between this one and the final installment, because the final one brings things all together to a (hopefully) satisfying close. But I really like Last Songs because it was my chance to world-build a past for Red and dig into her history with the Boxer. The game drops so many little hints about who they are and how they relate to each other, and these hints felt like fun toys to play with. I was a little hesitant to start posting the trilogy because I'm not sure the universe was asking for a very long Transistor trilogy with a lot of of OCs, so that makes me feel so flattered and grateful that people are interested.

Red had no special plans for that day, aside from the lunch with Belrose. She's not expecting any interviews, any photographers. She's wearing trousers and a blouse, a large triangular ring on her right hand. She'd written some notes for her song on her inner arm during lunch, and the marks are still there. Her hair could use a bit of comb, and she's only bothered with lip gloss. She looks more or less how she usually does on a day left alone to herself.

Whether that's a plus or a minus is really just a matter of perspective.

Colette beckons her over, sort of like she's trying to coax some animal that's never been properly domesticated. “We're interviewing bodyguards. Give me thirty of your priceless minutes.”

Red focuses, looking past Colette to the three men. Though of different heights and ethnicities, there's a certain look that they all share – young men, dark hair, dark or tan skin, squarely built and solid looking. She takes a moment to study each. She's never shy about looking people in the eye, and she's glad to see that each of them has the nerve to maintain eye contact.

One of them.

One of them, she looks at a few moments longer than the others. Not out of recognition or distrust. He just keeps her attention a bit longer.

2: Death and Ker (Persona 3, 2010): My what-if story exploring if the female protagonist came on another adventure with SEES. While it's no longer my best writing, and I'm sure there's lots in it I would now do differently, this fic still has a very special place in my heart. My earlier Persona longfic, Elysion, is very sad in places, and while Death and Ker also has its bittersweet moments, it was my opportunity to write SEES as strong and hopeful after the harrowing events of Persona 3. I also love the FeMC, Minako, her energy and strength, and I loved writing from her perspective, particularly exploring her relationship with her Persona Thanatos. Add some references to Greek mythology, lots of Shinjiro, and my opportunity to finally get Akihiko and Mitsuru together (one of my favorite ships, but one I find very hard to write), and I still look back on this one happily.

I've come abreast of a bar, with some guys out front smoking, nearly silhouetted against the lit windows. Another guy, broader across the shoulders than the others, has kicked a trashcan onto its side, letting the garbage spew out. He's sitting on it, hair down to his waist and bearded, a shapeless cap over one eye and a long, ragged greatcoat. There's a smell rather worse than cigarette smoke, and I pick up the pace again, wishing I was upwind.

"Hold on," that same gruff voice says, and I realize that Lovely here is my defender. "You took a long look. You can't say you're too proud to say 'good evening'."

His Japanese is perfect, but there's some accent I can't pick out – English-speaking, I think, but I don't recognize it as British or American or anything like that. I've turned towards him before I can tell myself to keep walking. He leans back to study me, throwing his face into better light. Gaunt features, a long pipe between his teeth, some of which are missing. I can't guess his age, except that he's older than me. His hair is some color between blond and brown, and his eyes look greenish, and they track me up and down a few times.

I'm not good at staying away from trouble; people always used to say this about me. But this isn't trouble, it's just a word. So – "Evening," I say, and turn to go.

"You have a look of death about you."

I turn back around. The guy's leaned forward onto his knees again, and the others are talking amongst themselves, someone laughing. Is this a weird set-up, or...? I turn to go.

"You keep out of the light, but there it is just the same."

What?

...I've got a naginata and a Persona with a huge metal mask thing. I can handle whatever's going on here. I turn back and stare at him, waiting for him to explain. He gestures sideways, and unresistingly I step into the glare of the windows.

He stares at me a moment, teeth cracking around his pipe, and nods slowly like he already knew what he'd be seeing. "You're pale enough, and your hair's the color of dead things, dead leaves. Eyes like dirt and blood." He leans back and turns away, drawing on his pipe. "Why pussyfoot around it? Why not carry your damn scythe in the open?"

I blink, but I can't quite deadpan this, and I find myself shifting my weight once from foot to foot. "Are you friends with Mama at Club Escapade or something?"

"Shove off," the guy says, gesturing me away. "Take your dirt with you."

"What are you talking about?"

"Pretty girl." He swings to his feet, the trashcan rolling away with a clatter. "Death shouldn't pretend to be cute. It's raw and bleeding and it loves the living more than food or air." He chuckles. "I don't want to be friends." And he slouches into the light of the bar's front door.

I pitch forward a step, about to follow, then pull to a stop, hardly hearing the question one of the other guys throws at me. What was he talking about? Could he tell I was dead? I could ask Death himself, but Thanatos is quiet, uninterested in this exchange.

1: The Beast in the Dark (Fate/Extra, 2017, not online). So this feels kind of selfish, seeing as no one can read it and I don't know whether I'll even post it, but I really love this fic. In the mid-2010s, I was sad and frustrated and artistically unhappy (unhappy about art -- not unhappy in an artistic way), particularly with my original fiction, which didn't feel very good, and most of the time wasn't even happening. In this mindset, I wrote a trilogy of fics set in the Fate/Extra universe, focusing on female Hakuno. And what I love about that experience, along with it helping me through that patch, is that I just let myself go. I threw basically anything I wanted at the story. I researched all sorts of weird things about history and different cultures so I could incorporate them. I really like words and their derivations, so I just told myself I could include unnecessary explanations of word etymologies. I threw in cringey tropes I enjoy but might be embarrassed to admit to other people. I had no expectation of ever posting it, so I truly was able to please myself. Beast is the final installment of the trilogy, the longest, and all the angst and shippy stuff and nonsense comes together in a big loud crash for it, and I just really loved writing that. Almost immediately after finishing Beast, I suddenly felt ready to write The Price and Prey of Magic -- the original novel I'd been thinking about for years, but been unable to start. I don't know if Beast unlocked something in me, but I like to think it did me good.

Was it even possible to really love someone with your whole soul? Maybe a parent could love a child that way. Maybe if the two of you had grown up together, and they'd always been part of your life. But a person who had a whole life separate from you, whom you'd met only recently?

Could you really graft your soul to the soul of a comparative stranger?

There was a tree by the well, and its leaves rustled in the slight breeze, sending a sympathetic shiver down Hakuno's back.

A man's shadow fell across her

She looked up.

It was a tall man in army fatigues and a burnoose. She couldn't really see his face because of the sun behind him.

Crow, she thought.

“You're the American?” he asked.

Hakuno sat up, unprepared for how relieved she was to hear English again. His accent was unfamiliar, but the words were perfectly clear. “Yes,” she said, squinting up. “My name's Hazel Kuznetov.”

Maybe he noticed the squint, because he moved out of the glare, though not any closer. His skin was tanned, but he wasn't actually Middle Eastern – possibly Japanese. Despite his white hair, he looked to be in his twenties. She thought she saw a red muffler wrapped around his head and throat under the burnoose. There was a long gun on his back.

He held his hand out. “I'm Shirou Emiya.”

Thank you for tagging me, @deemoyza. Going through my archive brought a lot of feelings of happiness and gratitude bubbling to the surface.

#fanfiction #i'm sorry i went on so long but doing this made me really happy #kindred #harry potter #tales of the abyss #transistor #persona 3 #persona 3 spoilers #tales of the abyss spoilers #fate/extra

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irlkisukeurahara · 6 months

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The hardest part of Polyamory is drawing all the characters together.

Anyways, I've posted parts of the polyam relationships in PULT but never all five of them together. So here they are! Toby (Blue) is dating Bede and Arven, Bede is dating Toby and Hop, Miles (red) is only dating Hop, and Hop is dating all of them! They're happy if you ignore the devastating plot <3

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medusanova · 1 year

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Hi Nova! Could I learn more about 'Of The Spoils of Love and War' - if you're still doing the WIP meme?

Though apologetically late due to inconvenient and unavoidable delays, I would absolutely love to share about this WIP!

So this is the other one of the two on my list that isn't Rivusa and might just be something I dive into further for our upcoming Rarepair weekend since it's a fic about Sam x Beatrix (:

As much as I like the angst of war, I think I like the angst of post-war a smidgen more which is what inspired this fic. Season 2 absolutely left us on the brink of something big that was about to happen so this became kind of a combination of my high-level theories on what that might've looked like, but told through the story of these two people who were on opposite sides of that conflict, who have a hard time returning to "normal,” and how they unwittingly find each other as they heal. These two also have amazing enemies to lovers/bad girl, good boy potential that I live for. So without further ado, a small snippet:

"Do you really have to make it your life’s work to scare every last innocent in the realm?" She really hadn't expected to encounter Harvey so quickly, considering the little she knew of him. And though she barely remembered him, she half expected he'd act like all the other professors -- like his father and sister too -- and storm off with a haughty curl to his lip, shooting her a dirty look for good measure. She couldn't recall much about him from school, but she knew he wasn't that bold or she would've noticed. All she'd wanted back then was bold. Edgy. Dangerous. Anything that would've helped her feel more than the gaping emptiness that had festered inside her. So the boldness of his words surprised her. And the fact that he wasn't even attempting to avoid confrontation, that he acknowledged her, faced her and her faults rather than ignore her like she didn't even exist -- well, the attention sent a thrill down her spine. She didn’t show it. His words only caused a sort of smirk to curl at the corner of her mouth. A sneer just as much a part of her character as that righteous tone was a part of his own. "What can I say, Harvey. It's a natural talent.”

#love me some post-war angst and unlikely kindred souls #on an endless crusade to actually address these characters' traumas bc good god is there a lot #sambea #fate: the winx saga #ftws ask games #ask me things

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