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redwayfarers · 1 year

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New frontier

Fandom: Wayfarer IF Characters: Kiran Hesperus (OC), Aeran Kellis Rating: Gen Words: 1567 Here it is folks! My main gift for @wayfarer-exchange; a fic centered on @euelios‘ darling (former) aristocratic melusine, Kiran Hesperus! Kiran was a delight to write. and this idea was even more of a delight to plan/put in motion. I love Kiran’s nervous energy, his leftover aristocratic pride and his whole vibe just fucks. I must also thank you for indulging my backstory/Rona questions and providing all sorts of details I needed to complete this! I love me some aristocratic little dudes. I hope you like it Auden <3

For the first time in what feels like days, it doesn’t rain in the morning. If you could even call this passageway between night and day a morning. It’s a time where Kiran should be asleep, curled to avoid the smallness of the wretched space he and Aeran could afford. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, his head decided he’s had enough rest, and it propels him into wakefulness faster than he would like.

Early morning rays fight through the old wooden panel that covers their window and lands on the spot where Aeran left Taraniel last night. Kiran turns on his pallet, looking at the window. There’s no rain, he thinks again. Maybe they’ll get a job out of the day, despite how strangely it started.

He blows a blue curl away from his mouth and sits up, stretching his shoulders. Beside him, Aeran snores away, head buried in his pillow. Kiran smiles. It’s a small, almost fragile thing, but he smiles nonetheless. He doesn’t know why he’s smiling, exactly, but this odd sense of hope that’s brewing in his belly is decidedly off-putting. He is waiting for it to grow sour. He gets up, stretches inaudibly (he swears he hears his shoulders crack a little from the smallness of the pallet) and walks over to the window. Messy hair tickles his neck and shoulders as he removes the wood covering as quietly as he can. He hears Aeran puff out a breath and turns to see if he’s woken him up. No, he realizes, he hasn’t. Something in Kiran settles.

The sun gets brighter as he removes the wooden planks and gently sets them by his feet. Kiran squints, used to the shadows. A ray lands on the sunset tattoo on his bicep. He lowers his head and looks down to observe. The movement makes his hair tickle against his arm. Light drags the dark blue strands into a brighter, rich shade that reminds him of the serithans the people in the stately portraits of his father’s mansion had.

Finally, the planks are all down. Kiran leans forward, peeking through the window. It’s fresh in Rona, and the few solitary figures he spies walking down (servants, if he had to guess) cover themselves in cloaks, though their heads are free from the hoods.

Why are they up so early, he thinks, watching a particular servant carry out their mission for the day. Maybe to set their master’s breakfast before them? He recalls breakfast in his father’s house. The meal was prepared and readied long before the lords had gathered to eat. Not that he was ever invited, of course. Breakfasts, for him, were always a lonely affair, kept confined to his room, with his only company being the art displayed around him.

Do rich children of Rona even have breakfast with their parents? Why does it even bother him that much if they do? They’re not children of Corin Hesperus, he is. Whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean. He grips the windowsill tightly and looks at his nails. They’ll need a trim. His hair could use brushing, too. A growing feeling of heat and tightness starts in his chest at the unjustness of it. It’s not fair those servants - servants! - look better than he does right now. It’s not fair that those no higher than a common housekeeper carry themselves with more dignity than a lord's son.

But he’s not a lord’s child anymore, is he? This sense of anger is probably a little misplaced, but Kiran can’t help it. It presses him from inside, making his muscles clench. Breakfasts were not so bad , he reasons. There were his sisters who laughed at his jokes and who provided company. He relaxes, and sighs deeply, raising a hand to look towards the rising sun.

I have Aeran now, too. I think. It’s been nice not waking up alone for the past two years. It’s been nice to not go to bed alone, to have someone watch your back. Aeran’s quick to joke and Kiran appreciates that, though he doesn’t think he’s ever verbally expressed it to him. Some of it lands well, so Kiran laughs till tears well up in his eyes and Aeran laughs too. It almost feels like the weight of loss and grief and a hard, relentless life isn’t there for a few moments and there’s the brief respite that he sorely needs sometimes.

He rubs a calloused palm against the sunset tattoo and turns to look at Aeran again. He’s still asleep, grunting in his dreams and once again, Kiran can’t help a pleased little smile. He has Aeran. Even if they don’t talk about certain things. Even if there’s a berth between them that they’ve yet to fill (if at all, his mind supplies rather helpfully) that Kiran chooses not to comment on right now.

But he knows he can count on Aeran for the job ahead of them. They have the interview today, one they can’t mess up under any circumstances because nobody else would truly have them. It was in desperation that they reached out to the Crimson Count and with the name like that (Cere Nalos sounds remarkably mundane, in Kiran’s opinion) he didn’t feel the need to get killed at the job agreement. The Count has a bloody and powerful reputation. He does wonder if he’s really crimson or if it refers to how much blood is on his hands.

It isn’t that being less than presentable will get him killed. Of course not. He simply feels better that way, more secure, more stable. His mind harkens back to the guests his family home received. They were closer to political accomplices than genuine friends, but nevertheless dressed in finery, in silver and gold, with their hair pinned up nicely and primped to perfection. One particular lord, whose name Kiran doesn’t even bother to remember, had the prettiest braid he’d ever seen by that point, and while Kiran’s hair isn't long enough to match that man’s mane, he still remembers it with the stark, twisted bite of envy. He doesn’t necessarily feel the need to unpack what exactly he’s envious of, beside the fact he can only dream of such pretty, well styled hair now. Sometimes, you can just admire a man’s braid and be done with it.

He digs through his absolutely abysmal choice of clothes (now that he’s all wrapped up in remembering the high life and its cruel, beautiful people, that lack of options feels awfully small) and gently brings out a worn, yellow shirt. He’d bought it some years ago and it unfortunately shows. It’s the best he has. Patches on the sleeves don’t scream professionalism, necessarily, but they do yell practicality. He can cover them up. It’s no big deal. He’s only a lord's son, living in filth and squalor like a common wretch. He’s only struggling to find any work he can to make ends meet. He’s only having to resort to dealing with that unsavory Count to try and avoid utter humiliation and not rummage for his meals from soup kitchens for a pitiful amount of coin.

There’s a burning of disgust in his throat at the thought, a sick feeling.

It is a rather big deal, after all.

So, Kiran gingerly pulls it over and feels the cloth beneath his fingers. As he ties the laces around his throat, pressure in his chest loosens. Aeran groans as he wakes up, and meets Kiran’s eye.

“We’re meeting the Count today,” Kiran informs him as he sits down, and starts digging through his things again. He finds a half-broken brush, yet another reminder he’s dirt poor, and starts brushing his hair. “We better not be late.”

“We’re not going to be late,” Aeran says and rubs the sleep from his eyes. “You’re just up early. Why are you up so early? Nervous?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” Kiran shrugs. “I thought I’d let the sun in.”And then adds, staring pointedly at him, “Not everyone can see in the dark.”

“That’s because you sleep in the dark, Keer,” Aeran replies, shaking his head. “I don’t see when I’m asleep.”

“Downsides to the celebrated elven eyesight,” Kiran sets the brush down and ties his hair back in a loose ponytail. Blue strands escape it anyway.

“Hey, Kiran,” Aeran says, suddenly serious, and Kiran turns sharply at the change of tone, “we’re getting this job. And we’re gonna do it right, like we do every time. Don’t worry about it.”

He looks away, caught red-handed, and there’s that awful little hope again. “We will.”

It sounds somewhat unconvincing to his ears, but Aeran simply nods. Somehow he doesn’t seem aware of that, even though Kiran’s right there next to him. When they lock the door of their apartment, as ready as they’ll ever be to meet their hopefully future employer, the sun still hasn’t properly risen. Just that little edge of the glow clings to the waters that lay below it. Kiran finds his eyes drawn to it as his mind dwells elsewhere. Don’t worry about it, Aeran said. Kiran takes a deep breath. Of course his mind would go to the easier part first.

Another dismal passageway, he thinks with a note of bitter humor, as their footsteps echo in the empty street. At the end of this one there’s probably something less welcoming than morning.

But even then, he decidedly strides on ahead.

#wayfarer #wayfarer if #wayfarer exchange #wayfarer mc #kiran hesperus #aeran kellis #inspo birb has come to town #my writing #writing

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randomnameless · 6 months

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In the FE bosses post I saw that second image and went "Ganondorf???"

Surtr really kicks ass in this image!

It's kind of sad Izuka conveys more the image of the Flame Sovereign than Surtr's original incarnation, but hey, even with all of his narm, Surtr at least delivered on what was promised with a barebones but simple book, as opposed to, hm, say, every book that was released afterwards.

#anon #replies #fe heroes #remember when Book 2 had more than 2 male OCs?#Sure Hrid was forgotten and Helbindi died a bit fast #but at least he had more writing than Laevatein #or Fjorm's sisters #it's still not on part with the story of other gachas #but compared to the unecessary convoluted other books that end up with 'the bad lady was akshually sad'n'lonely' from book 4 onwards #it's a downgrade #book 3 is forever in limbo because jell-o and we were teased Hel's army of undead people #but Alfonse and Kiran found a mc guffin and everything was settled that's what I meant by disappointment

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iturbide · 2 years

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shout-out to my friend (who knows nothing about FE) for taking one look at alear and immediately saying "he looks like a gacha mc" lmao /lh

I don't play enough gacha games for this to mean anything to me sadly

#answered #anonymous #fire emblem: engage #is there a trend of having chaotically colored gacha mcs?#i've only ever played feh (where we don't see kiran's face in canon)#and dragalia lost (where our mc is a blond prince)

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theunseelieif · 1 year

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DEMO AVAILABLE NOW (6/22/23) // Patreon

Back home the summer before your junior year in college, you’re staying with your mother while you visit. Only there’s been rumors lately; animals dismembered, people going missing, bodies disappearing from the hospital morgue. Your small town has been turned on it’s head while you were gone.

The Unseelie is an interactive fiction novel that takes place in a small town on the coast of Maine.

You grew up the only child of a single mom who loved you dearly. Your three best friends, who’ve been with you since before elementary school, were a constant presence in your life.

Until Cam’s parents died your senior year of high school and Morgan followed them to the grave your freshman year of college. Losing two friends, one to grief and one to death, was a hard blow you thought you’d never recover from.

Now you just have Kiran, both loyal and dedicated and little bit of a troublemaker.

Returning home is dragging up old memories that are best left buried. Not to mention there’s apparently a psycho killer on the loose.

Should be an interesting summer, at least.

Create your character. Customize gender (full customization, including trans MCs), pronouns, and appearance.

Story based over stat based.

Romance any of the ten romance options or the eight poly routes. Or the four person polycule route!

The poly routes are Morgan & Kiran, Camilo/Camila & Kiran, Camilo/Camila & Morgan, Kiran & Auberon/Aubera, Ryn & Kendall, Rei & Kendall, Rei & Josie, and Ryn & Auberon/Aubera.

The Polycule is Kiran, Morgan, and Camilo/Camila.

Become a vampire or a werewolf. You’re an odd one despite your species, unfortunately.

Kiran Patel, he/him or she/her, a human. Your best friend. Currently a junior in college, just like you. Has stuck by your side through everything, even food poisoning after you both ate gas station sushi on a road trip.

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Camilo/Camila Ramos, he/him or she/her, a human. You've grown apart since their parents died, followed shortly after by your shared best friend Morgan. They still care, though, despite the distance. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

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Ryn Cooper, he/him or she/her, a witch. They’re rather eccentric, even for a witch, and have an ego to match all their skill. They saved your life, though, and might continue to do so.

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Josephine “Josie” Ellington, she/they, a vampire. Leader of your local vampire coven. Ruthlessly efficient, she cares for her people better than the old windbags she replaced.

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Connor Adwell, he/him, a vampire. Josie's right hand. He doesn’t trust you, he’s made that very clear. Despite Josie’s orders, he’s determined to find out the truth behind your mystery.

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Rei Suzuki, he/him or she/her, a werewolf. Alpha of the local pack. If it can even be called a pack anymore, that is. With werewolves dying left and right, Rei is desperately trying to save them.

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Kendall Bennett, he/him or she/her, a werewolf. Rei's right hand. They’ve lost more more than you can imagine, but still find it in themselves to be kind, albeit reserved. For them, it’s an act of defiance.

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Auberon/Aubera, he/him or she/her, the fae. A most unexpected water-dwelling fae. They are curious about you for all the wrong reasons.

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Morgan Byrnes, he/him or she/her, dead. Your deceased lover or best friend, tragically taken from you too soon. You’ll never forget them…or will you?

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#theunseelieif #interactive fiction #twine game #choose your own adventure #supernatural/modern fantasy genre #if game #interactive story

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midnightsun-if · 1 month

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What do C's siblings think of the MC if they're romancing C?

Aurora: Thinks it’s nice that Cy has found someone, but she’s more concerned about her duties to House Aurelia then to involve herself with her older siblings romantic life. Other than that passing thought she doesn’t have much of a reaction.

Helios: Doesn’t care one way or the other. Doesn’t think much of you, to be honest. He has a contentious relationship with Cy as it stands, which means he won’t care who they’re seeing.

Kiran: Is like Aurora, he’s neutral about the entire thing. He’ll think it’s neat his sibling found someone, but wouldn’t concern himself with it all too much. He’s married himself and would be happy to give Cy some pointers though.

Apollo: Thinks it’s absolutely neat and would love to get to know you! He thinks that anyone who was able capture his big siblings attention is definitely someone worth knowing.

Artemis: Is concerned about how Ash fits into all of this and what Cy might have done… But, other than that, she’s happy to meet you and will try her best to make you feel welcome. Although she is a bit more standoffish than her twin.

#midnight sun #asks #sc: aurora aurelia #sc: helios aurelia #sc: kiran aurelia #sc: apollo aurelia #sc: artemis aurelia #purpleflowerluminaryus #midsun: house aurelia

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ernestinee · 5 months

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Lectures 2024

A lire

L'assassin royal - Époque 1, Robin Hobb

Jusqu'au bout de la peur, Geoffrey Moorhouse

Batman, Année un, Frank Miller, David Mazzucchelli

La Passe-miroir, Livre 1, Christelle Dabos

Petit traité des grandes vertus, André Comte-Sponville

Le clan des Otori, tomes 3 à 5, Lian Hearn

La patience des traces, Jeanne Benameur

Arbos Anima 3,4 et 5

Donjon

Kafka sur le rivage, Murakami

Chroniques de l'oiseau à ressort, Murakami

1q84, tomes 2 et 3, Haruki Murakami

La danse des damnées, Kiran milwood hargrave

Rocky, dernier rivage, Thomas Gunzig

Les déraisons, Odile d'Outremont

Envol, Kathleen Jennings

Fables livre 1, Bill Willingham et Mark Buckingham

Un apprentissage ou le livre des plaisirs

La belle famille, Laure de Rivières

Le fardeau tranquille des choses, Ruth L. Ozeki

L'été où tout a fondu, Tiffany Mc Daniel

Mon mari, Maud Ventura

Et toujours les forêts, Sandrine Collette

Une bête au paradis, Cécile Coulon

Nastassja Martin, Croire aux fauves

Le livre d'Eve, Meg Clothier

L'heure du retour. Christopher M. Hood

La femme gelée, Annie Ernaux

Lus: (les tags ci dessous pour retrouver mon petit mot pour chaque livre)

1. Tant que le café est encore chaud, Toshikazu Kawaguchi ⭐⭐⭐⭐ - 01/01

2. Prométhée et la boîte de Pandore, Luc Ferry (BD) ⭐⭐ - 17/01

3. La maison aux sortilèges, Emilia Hart. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - 21/01

4. Le chant d'Achille, Madeline Miller. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - 25/02

5. Accident de personne, Florence Mendez. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - 27/02

6. L'été de la sorcière, Nashiki Kaho ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - 08/03

7. 10000 litres d'horreur pure, Thomas Gunzig ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - 09/03

8. Les jolis garçons, Delphine de Vigan ⭐⭐⭐⭐ - 14/03

9. Là où les arbres rencontrent les étoiles, Glendy Vanderah ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - 24/03

10. Patients, Grand Corps Malade. ⭐⭐⭐⭐ - 20/04

11. Le passage de la nuit, Murakami ⭐⭐⭐⭐ - 29/04

12. Un miracle, Victoria Mas ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - 12/05

13. Le dernier jour d'un condamné, Victor Hugo ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - 20/05

#livres 24 #livres 23 #livres 22 #café #pandore #sortilèges #Achille #accident #été #horreur pure #garçons #étoiles #patients #nuit #miracle #condamné

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touchoffleece · 6 months

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Based of that one screenshot from the trailer for the Indigo Disk a few days back

(Edited meme for easier reading of wall of text^) pretty likely spoilers below the cut for Pokemon Scarlet and Violet DLC:

I am not sure if that was Kiran because I haven't finished The Teal Mask but I got far enough to guess something like what the trailer hinted at was coming based off how much Juliana/Florian/MC was getting put on a pedestal from Kieran. I only got to the part where Grandpa talks to MC and Carmine about the family secret, so I might be wrong. My hopes are that if that was Kieran at least when we get to Blueberry Academy we get Carmine as a friend. 🤧

#pokemon spoilers #pokemon sv spoilers #memes #meme template #pokemon sv #pokemon dlc spoilers #pokemon kieran #pokemon carmine #pokemon juliana #writing #trope subversion #I love whoever wrote pokemon sv (pokemon gen 9) one of the best written games I have had the pleasure of playing

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valiant-if · 1 month

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I'm stealing this from another page!! Thanks anon 🤣👀

Image asks the following question: How would the ROs react if the MC kissed them mid argument to shut them up?

I think this is really dependent on the nature of the argument. All of the ROs are going to get really upset about this tactic if the argument they are having is a serious one. Anton, Path, Kiran, Yulia, Hex, and A2 are all very likely to chide the MC and get their discussion back on track. Switch and Zero are more likely to just get frustrated and remove themselves from the situation until they can calm down enough to approach the discussion again. All of them would feel pretty hurt and/or insulted that MC would try to be so dismissive of the situation.

In the event of a silly argument, though, like whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza or something:

Anton would probably retaliate with a tickle attack or something of that nature.

Switch would frown (affectionate) and be like, "You're just trying to distract me."

Zero would get up to shenanigans. Using the pizza argument as an example she might steal the MC's pizza (assuming they are eating some) and run.

Path would kiss back in probably the most barely appropriate way ever.

Kiran would just be confused, tbh.

Yulia wouldn't be mad, per se, but she would still try to continue the debate because of course she would.

Hex would be like, "Fine, you win. This time."

A2 would accept the kiss, but as soon as it was over she'd still be like, "I'm right. You know I'm right."

thanks for the ask!

#character asks #ask #valiant ros #valiant extras

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cl0nazpm · 8 months

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Re-upload!

Just some ✨ Hogwarts Murder Mystery ✨ with friends! Camera Mod by Otis_inf ft. Dylan (@kedavravravra's MC), Kiran, Jenni's MC, and Coby's MC

#hogwarp multiplayer #hogwarts legacy mods #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #virtual photography #gaming #photomode #gaming photography

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fe-fictions · 1 year

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i remember seeing a piece in the FEH world where the MC was waiting for Kiran to summon their spouse from the same world as them and kept encountering alternate versions instead - i dont remember which character it was for but i rlly loved that concept :0 do u still have that one in ur archive/reposted? tysm :>>

(So that is actually a Frederick and Robin story!! And here it is for your reading pleasure :3 )

There were so many Robins.

Frederick had taken a psychological hit when Prince Alfonse had summoned him. He looked about and saw several familiar faces, though none were from his realm.

None of the Robins were his. One was unmarried and a monster on the battlefield; another was fresh from the Plegian War and looking optimistic as ever, but clearly liked someone else. Another still was married to another Chrom, which was even more heartbreaking.

He was lost, and alone. The battles went well, but weren’t enough. The man heaved a sigh, leaning against a tree outside of camp. Seeing that smile he knew so well, that voice...the laughter...to know that none were for him...he couldn’t bear it.

Somewhere, deep down, he had hopes that you would come. But why would you be summoned to Askr when you were up in the astral plane somewhere? How would that even be possible?

He shook his head, eyes closed against the embattled realm. Perhaps he should request early leave. He could only handle such torment for so long.

It was noticed by the prince and princess, the pair of siblings spotting the knight from their place in camp. Sharena nudged Alfonse’s shoulder, a frown on her lips.

“You think we summoned the wrong Frederick?” She asked, “He seems really down.”

“Well...there are a number of reasons that could be. It depends on the timeline he’s from. If you remember, their Exalt, Emmeryn died. We might have summoned him just after that.”

“Or maybe the Grima thing. What if this Frederick’s married to a Robin?” She guessed, “What if his Robin became, or maybe killed, Grima?”

“Maybe so.” Alfonse murmured, “Perhaps we should see to sending him home. He’s fought well enough, but if he’s in a state like this, maybe we should let him grieve.”

“But we have to do something! Surely we can find a way to lift his spirits! Why don’t we try summoning his Robin? Or maybe his Chrom! Somebody he knows to help him feel better!”

“If his Robin is dead, that won’t work.” Alfonse said grimly, “Besides, it wouldn’t do to summon their Exalt on top of one of their generals.”

“Didn’t stop you before.” She muttered. “Come on, can’t we please try it? We’ve gotta do something!”

“Well...it is unpleasant, seeing him like this.”

“Then we’d best go find his Robin!” Sharena cheered and tugged him away, the two royals off to reunite the sorrowful captain with his lost love.

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Frederick didn’t pay any mind to the commotion around camp, days later. He had, for the most part, exiled himself from them. He couldn’t bear to be near to any of those Robins, those mirror images of his dearest.

If he was needed, they would come to find him, as they did for every battle. Perhaps sending one of the royals or their commander, or a hero from another world.

Although he could hear the chatter and curiosity rumbling about, he chose to stay away, in the peace of his little forest haven.

He acknowledged no one until he heard the crunching of leaves under another person’s boots. Frederick paused his thinking, and rose at the frantic footfalls that were coming.

“Has something happened?” He asked seriously, turning to face the oncomer. “Is everything-”

Dark eyes met bright. Frederick froze, staring down at a Robin who looked just as shocked to see him. His heart squeezed at the sight, a painful yearning in his chest. Her mouth fell open, then closed, and opened again. She couldn’t find the words to speak.

Frederick tried to recover himself; he hadn’t had a Robin sent to him before. He wasn’t expecting to see her face. He had made it clear he wanted little to do with the mirrors.

It took all his strength to break his gaze, the flood of painful, precious memories having caught him off guard. He turned his head to the grass, hands clasped tight behind his back.

“Were no others able to send for me?” He questioned with a hint of bitterness in his tone. Who was he kidding; nothing but bitterness left his tongue. “It is nothing against you, milady, but...I cannot see you.”

“Frederick?” Your voice; his name on your lips. Frederick’s eyes narrowed, jaw clenched as he tried to keep his composure. “F-Frederick, it’s me…!”

At this, he slowly returned his gaze to the Robin before him. There was a strange look on your face; you appeared ready to cry. Your fingers trembled, your eyes glistening with unshed tears as you stepped towards him.

For the briefest moment, a glimmer of hope found him. “It’s...you?” He echoed, unconvinced.

You swallowed thickly, nodding quickly to confirm it. “F-Freddybear, it’s me. I’m...I’m back!”

That name.

Frederick’s heart skipped a beat. None of the other Robins had ever approached him that way, and not once did they use that dreadful nickname you’d given him. He didn’t move as you came closer, your expression that of sorrow and joy inexplicably meshed together.

“Back...back from where?” His voice was naught but a breath. Cautiously you reached out, taking hold of his hands. He stiffened at your touch, that familiar warmth he had so yearned for suddenly returning to him. It was no ghost; it was real, and there.

You were there.

“Naga, dearest, she...she sent me here! She said someone was ‘summoning’ me, someone important and that you would be there to see me and I found you and you’re here and- gods, Frederick, I’m back!”

He needn’t hear another word. He engulfed you in a tight embrace, burying his face in your hair as a strangled sob escaped his lips. He squeezed you against him, curling his fingers into your coat as he found what he had been waiting years for.

It was you. You had come to him...you came home.

“Robin…!” He whispered your name so fiercely, over and over as if it were a prayer. You broke down into sobs, clutching onto him for all you were worth. Your fingers darting over his neck, through his hair and down his back, trying to feel every inch of him.

Gods, you had missed him so much. He had ached for you so terribly.

“I-I can’t believe...after all this time I...I thought you might never to return to me…! H-how did you? And this place, no less!”

“It was Naga.” You told him, pulling back just enough to see his face. You smiled sadly at his tears, sniffling and pushing away your own joy enough to speak. “She led me to a light saying it would take me to you. I-I came through and ended up in some strange camp- I asked everyone where you were and now...I’m here.”

“Oh, my darling.” He pressed his forehead to yours, arm curled tight around your waist. He brushed his fingers against your cheek, wiping away the tears that fell merely by his touch. “I have suffered...longed for you...prayed every night that you might finally find me. I-I can’t believe that it’s truly you.”

“It’s me, love.” You promised as you cupped his cheeks, swiping at the odd tear with the pads of your thumbs. He pressed into your touch, relishing the feeling of your hands truly on him, again. “Ah, gods I’ve missed you so much…!”

The two of you sank to the forest floor, the knight feverishly removing his armor so that he could truly feel your warmth against his. You pressed against him, fingers clutched to his vest as if letting go would cause him to disappear.

The ring he had given you so long ago gleamed on your finger, further cementing the truth. You were real and you were there.

You drowned in each other’s touch, kisses rained down on every inch of each other you could reach. You never once separated, not even when the Askrian royals came to check in.

Alfonse explained through his bright red blush that it would be possible to send you both home immediately; Frederick had fought plenty battles for the both of you.

With arms linked and hands clasped tightly together, you returned to your world. Even when the others caught wind; reunited with your closest friends and allies, you never once parted from your beloved.

You let him lead you back to your shared quarters, taking you to bed where you simply lied there, together.

Wrapped in each other’s tender embrace, you stayed for hours simply talking and grieving and laughing, again.

You promised never to leave his side again, and he yours; you would remain together for the rest of your days, making up every second lost without him.

#frederick #robin #fe 13 #fire emblem awakening #fe awakening #fredrobin #frederick x robin #fe fictions #fe-fictions #f!robin #fem!robin #f!mu #fluff #reunion prompt #askr #no but rly this is one of my favorites ;;;;;

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toodles021 · 7 months

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UNNAMED PLS AND TY

OK so if anyone is confused this ask if referring to this post so you can check it out if you'd like

ON TO THE TOPIC OF THE ASK‼️

So this story is still in the EXTREMELY EARLY stages, I don't have much of it planned yet, but I do have some concept ideas for it.

It takes place in a medieval type world where in the past there have been people who are able to control the elements (fire, water, etc etc. I haven't decided what all of them will be yet.)

SO basically, there were gods that gifted some of their power to their loyalist followers, and the powers then ran through their families. Over time, those who didn't have any abilities deemed those who did to be too dangerous, and essentially everyone who had powers was hunted down until their were none left. BUT because of recessive genes, people with abilities have begun to reappear (cue main character's entrances.)

So like I said earlier, I haven't decided yet how many elements will be controllable, so I am also undecided on how many mc's there will be, but it will be a group of people who can all control a different element.

The story mainly revolves around the boy that can control fire (his name is undecided, but I'm considering either "Kiran" or "Cináed") and the girl who controls ice (who is currently unnamed) because I like the classic tropes :)

SO what I'm thinking is that, fireboy will get into some trouble when his powers first surface because he's unable to control them, which will force him to leave his home since people aren't supposed to have abilities anymore, and he will decide to see if there is anyone else out there that might have abilities as well. He will eventually end up meeting the rest of the mc's and they will all help each other figure out how to use their abilities.

The antagonist is not really fleshed out yet, I am not sure whether or not they will be some type of god/god-like being, or just some really powerful person, but they will end up using fireboy's new friends and fears against him, so that he ends up helping and siding with the antagonist. This is one of the trickiest things about this story for me, because the way it will work is that the main protagonist will actually spend the majority of the story siding with the antagonist, but he isn't evil, he's just trying to protect his peeps.

Like I said, this idea is NOT at all fleshed out and thought through yet, it's just kind of an idea, but I think that it could be really cool as long as I figure out all the details :)

(TY FOR ASKING ME ABOUT IT BESTIE I HAVEN'T REALLY TALKED ABOUT IT MUCH YET SO I'M GLAD I GOT TO WRITE THIS‼️‼️🩷)

#writing #original stories #toodsasks✧#toodles✧

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imustbenuts · 1 year

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Thoughts on why Fire Emblem adores the idea of Avatars

Some people might find this idea complete bullshit, or find it interesting. If I'm reading too deep, so be it. Idc because this is a core component that seems missing whenever people get upset about contemporary MCs being framed the way it is.

So I've been putting out the theory that Kiran from FEH is us isekai'd into the FE world. I reason that because they are a FE nerd, obsessed with one element or another about the series, that due to our knowledge of characters and patterns of non-FEH elements, they are essentially a Deva. A God, or an Angel-like being pulled down.

Devas are a group of Buddhist Gods. And FE is very consistent with themes surrounding war and deities.

There is actually way too much Buddhism in the series. Like a suspicious amount, far far more than Christianity. Like 3H? 3H has so much Buddhism that I'm sure some of it is common knowledge in the fandom.

(check my pinned or my #fire emblem heroes tag for the Kiran is a Deva theory, its another long read I won't get into in this post)

Anyway. I think it matches up with how FE keeps framing our MC as an Avatar. Avatar in the religious sense, that a God assumes an extended 'drone' form in the lower realms. Devas are explicitly not meant to directly interact with the lower worlds unless in extremely rare occasions, so if Kiran = Devas, Avatars as Avatars in the religious sense isn't a stretch to think about.

And I totally understand that Avatars in the modern nerd usage means something along the lines of a 'customizable dolls', and its reasonable to ask why FE isn't offering customization.

But that's the thing. It's not always reasonable in FE's case. Their main focus is to tell a story, not create a world fully meant for indulgences.

Many words describing the MC we control is suspicious. When we start a game, the game explicitly asks us to "Select a form".

In Awakening and Fates, it also frames our Avatar as "My Unit".

Top JP: Create My Unit. /Bottom JP: Select the appearance of your Avatar. EN: Create an Avatar.

In Engage, the Japanese Ally Notebook frames our S partner with Alear's interaction as interactions with us. My Room is My Room, Bed is My Bed, and in EN there's My Castle (Fates).

In New Mystery of the Emblem and Blazing Blade, the Avatar is called My Unit instead, but there is no misunderstanding that they are and have always been meant to be an Avatar -- the will of the players.

Because in Buddhism and Hinduism terms:

FE has always asked the player to Role-Play in a Tactical Japanese Role Playing Game from the moment we pressed start. Letting us go solve a crisis happening in the worlds of these stories. Help whack a dragon or kick ass or some such.

In a way, we players are Gods. We are the customers who gets to decide if the franchise lives or dies. Even Nintendo to a degree seem to hold this philosophy, seeing as how their name means "Leave it to Heaven".

I get so weirded out when people take shots at this idea from the gender aspect or the non-customization aspect without really asking why.

Anyway these are my thoughts looking at some of the weird discourse on this topic at times.

#fire emblem #fire emblem engage #fire emblem heroes #its also 5am and my ability to words is horrible sorry

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ot-hoe-me · 1 year

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And here are my MCs for @theunseelieif !!

Top Left: Aislinn Halloran who is turned into a vampire, and is on the Kiran/Morgan poly route with Morgan as her ex-lover. After getting over the shock of not being human anymore ((...if she ever was one...)) and going through the five stages of grief, she does get some amusement out of looking like one version of a stereotypical vampire. For example if someone who is not in the know about the supernatural ever jokingly asks her if she’s a vampire she’ll lean into it going like ‘Haha yeah, how did you guess? Gosh I miss garlic bread,’ knowing that people would think that she’s just going along with the bit. ((PLEASE tell me that vampires can still eat food just for pleasure and still enjoy the taste of it; even if it no longer gives any nutrients, or I’ll be so sad for all vamp MCs.)) Yes Aislinn still wears a lot of black because she’s still in mourning for Morgan. She only adds any colour back into her wardrobe anywhere from a year to six months ago by the beginning of the IF.

Top Right: Lucy Hayes who is turned into a werewolf, and is on the Rei/Kendall poly route IF you decide to implement it. If not, then she’s on the Rei and Kendall solo routes with Rei as her ‘canon’ endgame boyfriend. Morgan was also her ex-lover.

Bottom Left: Ciara Flynn who is turned into a vampire, and is on the Ryn/Aub and Josie/Rei poly route IF you decided to implement them both or either. If not, she’s on the Ryn and Josie solo routes. (Talk about totally opposite dynamics lmfao.) I’m not sure what her ‘canon’ route(s) are yet.

Bottom Right: Skylar Ormond who is turned into a werewolf, and is on the Kiran/Aub poly route. She got the scar on her chin from something dumb in her childhood like falling on the edge of a picnic table, or getting whipped in the face with a tree branch. ((Also, potentially, rip her since she might have to get rid of her silver piercings and have to find a different metal to use for all her earrings. Maybe stainless steel to have the same silver colour.))

All of them decide to honour Morgan in different ways, like how some people ‘pray’ to and ask their dead loved ones for peace, guidance or strength. They do similar things and more.

Aislinn has always kept a diary, so ever since Morgan died instead of saying ‘dear diary’ she switched to saying ‘Dear Morgan’ like she was writing him letters telling him about her feelings or things that happened to her. She also has a few of his shirts, a jacket and sweater with his shirts being something that she wears to bed; his sweater to cuddle or sniff that she touches as little as possible so it will still smell like him; and she wears his jacket out and about sometimes.

Lucy now always wears a necklace that Morgan gave her and touches it and thinks of him whenever she misses him; to ground herself when she’s worried or anxious, and as a reminder to take a breath and find calm/screw her courage. She orders what his Starbucks order would be and drinks it once a week even if she hates it. She also made a playlist of his favourite music that she listens to when she misses him most, for when she’s driving or working out, and when she’s getting ready in the morning.

Ciara always says ‘good morning’ to him out loud as soon as she wakes up, and ‘good night’ before she goes to sleep every night. She always says ‘Morgan, I’m home’ whenever she steps in the door no matter who is there with her since she can’t text him to let him know that she’s got home safe any more. She always wears the friendship bracelet he made her that they, Kiran and Camila all made for each other in their first year of high school.

Skylar made a bucket list that of all the things Morgan wanted to experience that she will now do with Kiran - food Morgan wanted to try, places he wanted to visit, things he wanted to see, books he wanted to read or movies he wanted to watch, concerts and/or performances he wanted to go to, hobbies he wanted to try. She’s making her way through the list slowly but surely. She’s also contemplating on getting some kind of tattoo in his memory.

#Aislinn Halloran #Lucy Hayes #Ciara Flynn #Skylar Ormond #My OC #My OCs

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