Reading Rainbow
What's the most useless way to organize fanon, I asked myself? Why not by "if you liked this, then you'll like that" ?
Reyn is just like Gadolt.
No he's not.
No he's not.
Nah, I'm only kidding. You can have anything you like.
The pot simmers, trying to boil righteousness, before it explodes.
I just want to hold onto this moment forever.
What does a child Lora's age need to learn? And what could Jin possibly even teach her?
The gang share some special desserts.
For Lora, whenever I may find her.
And to get what you wish, only just for a moment...
Lora and Haze and Addam and Minoth all take a daytrip into the woods.
Lora and Haze and Addam and Minoth all take a daytrip into the woods.
Haze is happy. That needn't always mean a bad thing, you know!
It's real. I saw it.
Minoth often wondered why so many Blades looked that way.
Minoth is not as Flora left him, though she's not sure she minds.
Minoth's never been an animal person. What could ever change that?
no notes. :3c
Hey, I happen to know that Flora is and always has been the cat's meow!
I hate to see her going, but I sure do love to see her walking away.
Listen, when you've got two buff men seemingly predisposed, even predestined, to adore your every move...you take advantage of it.
Her elemental affinity tends frosty; of course there's another side to it.
Addam and Minoth simply love every part of her. There's no question about it.
It was a dark and stormy night.
(not-so-coyly subtitled "Flora little kitty very kind is waiting for you" :3)
Small but mighty, etc....
very kind very sweet very mwah
One of many names for such...activities.
Ooh, I'm just a busy bee, still alive in my hive...
Very often, I provide an artistic reference. Less often, it is simply a pictoral one. And allow me to paint...
The Origo adjacents conduct an experiment in context.
Her infinite variety other women cloy - well, but Flora's not worried about that. She hardly thinks any other women can tell.
thank you berry for enabling me
Addam zero ass confirmed. Literally completely flat.
And so the ridiculous miracle becomes a commonplace.
And so the commonplace becomes a ridiculous miracle.
Minoth tried to keep his thoughts orderly, with at least some sort of artistic point, but it was...difficult.
Who ever touched a place like that? Who had either the point or the privilege?
Minoth's quite an independent soul.
"So...since when did you two get all buddy-buddy?"
"I don't know about buddy-buddy - I think it's more like lovey-dovey!"
"I'm usually oblivious to things like this, but if I didn't know any better, I'd even say you were flirting."
"I don't know about buddy-buddy - I think it's more like lovey-dovey!"
"I'm usually oblivious to things like this, but if I didn't know any better, I'd even say you were flirting."
Across the street under the not-at-all-inconspicuous cover of an awning, Mythra's eyes near about rolled out of her head. "I can't watch this. I just can't do it."
There were better things to do with hands than let them make you fester in your own fidgeting. Addam knew that firsthand.
Or don't you know, even?
Does earth plug a hole in heaven, or heaven plug a hole in earth? How wonderful to be so profound, when everything you are is dying underground.
Fox the fox, rat on the rat. You can ape the ape, I know about that.
Why is it that you only get caught in pitches unsavory when you're doing something you actually care about? Why is it that you hold things the tightest when you're about to throw them away?
Minoth liked Uraya a hell of a lot more than he had Indol. Until Addam Origo showed up, that is.
Lost not to history but to time, the memories will not resurface, not ever, but we can have a look anyway.
You know, that bodacious cowboy? Standing in the corner? The one with the spangled studs that match your eyes?
"Prince, don't you...don't you ever get scared that we won't be able to do it?"
Of all the things Addam ever thought he'd find to complain about when it came to Minoth, his broad shoulders were never one.
Addam's mind is empty. And thus opens his heart.
i'll make you even prouder
(whatever you say)
(whatever you say)
Make it make sense!
Mythra has some questions about the...arrangements being made around her.
Maybe they should all just stop talking for a while, and see what happened then.
Minoth's always very put-together, isn't he? Most all of them are, anyway. But, inevitably, we all get a little out of sorts sometimes.
Minoth hates to have to apologize, but it's all he can think to do. If Mythra agreed, he would know it by now.
For all the ways that hands can care, and hearts can mend what's already there.
The great struggle; even, a war. Addam has only difficulty.
It's not life. It's not death. It's just the way it goes.
It was easy. Too easy. And thank the Architect for it.
What does it mean? To be a family?
But I am lost within this half-world...it hardly seems to matter now.
Jin stumbles away from his past, but not quite toward his future.
Jin stumbles away from his past, but not quite toward his future.
Jin gathers himself after the calamity.
Atrocity. Abomination. Profanement, desecration and consecration in the anti-sacred grove.
Do you know what you have done?
Sometimes guilt is complicated, and sometimes it's very, very simple.
please, please, please, open your eyes
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
I did not die.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
I did not die.
In all ways except physical, I am the trumpets in memento of all organisms.
What does that even mean?
What does that even mean?
Identity and memory are...quite the thing. All Blades know that.
Constrained to structured, sophisticated, over-socialized haunts, one cannot hope to comprehend all of what really makes up a life.
On a clear day, you can see forever. Right?
Haze can't catch the fleeting moments; they run by altogether too fast.
With Lora gone, Haze falls to pieces.
Blocked. Blocked. Blocked. You are all blocked. None of you are free from sin.
Three very particular Blades were bastardized, even if quite unknowingly, by one wayward Quaestor. These are their stories.
Someone else, handily enough, finds Haze before the big man does. It's not much, but there is a story to it...
A new side of oneself...you think some interesting thoughts, Minoth.
Oh, Jin, Jin, Jin. Why are you the way that you are?
Oh, Jin, Jin, Jin. Why are you the way that you are?
What once was lost...still may never be found again.
"He said it was hell, living here."
"What, in Torna?"
"What, in Torna?"
Not obsolete just yet, are you? Rather, your story's only just begun.
Jin isn't used to sleeping with other people. Addam respects that, but he's also a massive cajoler. As is Lora.
NO COMPUTER STANDS IN MY WAY !
It's still Jin. It's always Jin.
It's still Jin. It's always Jin.
Isn't it so good to be optimistic for the future?
Isn't it so good to be there when you're needed?
Maybe the goal isn't so grand as all that.
Blades were merely the tools. Merely the tools. Blades didn't need saving, right? Blades didn't need saving because their plight was already assured. Blades unborn, Blades never babies like that precious child he was too late to save. How could they be saved from the very nature of their existence? ...Ah. And how could humans from theirs?
You know what they say. Our problems do seem to be piling up...
The worst conglomeration of tags you ever did or didn't want to see, and all the same concepts we've always been peddling. This won't be absolutely anyone's cup of tea, indeed it may even be slightly problematic, and I apologize in advance.
No, really, tell me why.
And the stupid face, the glasses, and the gun!
It's clear enough what this is about, isn't it?
It's clear enough what this is about, isn't it?
Be rootin', be tootin', and by god...always treat a lady right.
It's not compulsory heterosexuality. It's something much stupider than that.
Business as usual, eh?
Akhos is a player who likes to get what he wants. And, if that doesn't work out...well, he'll always stay to watch the fireworks just the same.
Does Dunban's heightened awareness come at a cost? Thanks, but no thanks.
Contrived as it might have been, the warriors of distant lands found community while waiting on a friend.
It has always been summarily obvious what Cammuravi is. Might that not also be who he is?
Sena often keeps Aegaeon up at night, but he doesn't mind.
With a swift counterwave, Aegaeon evades all risk of catching feelings.
Aegaeon is a weird girl for sure. Might he also be a mean girl?
If you ask the same questions enough...well, no, you'll always get the same answers, in the end.
Haze coughed, loudly.
"I'm confused."
She'd have to be. If she caught on, Minoth'd be in a hell of a bind.
"I'm confused."
She'd have to be. If she caught on, Minoth'd be in a hell of a bind.
(floraminoade have some explaining to do)
It means nothing, to stand here.
Doesn't it?
Doesn't it?
"Just out smelling the roses, Prince."
"And what color were they?"
"And what color were they?"
As a generally artistic young person, I started thinking about how the symbols we array over ourselves to evoke the intrinsic romance of death could be...realized.
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom...
Love, I don't like to see so much pain...
The icicle is tipped; the circle flattens and comes unbound.
They can hardly hope for you to take responsibility if they've not acknowledged your own identity, now can they?
Won't you tell me how you feel?
When destiny calls you, you must be strong...
The Aegis, high and mighty and perfect, snorts. A solar flare bursts out from the sun.
Keep calm, bright star. Alignment isn't easy. Homing...homing...you're home.
In a word, their group is very alive.
you broke your promise.
I don't really understand how
git blame works, do you?To keep in silence I resigned - my friends would think I was a nut.
What do you even call something like that?
In the capsule, the everlasting tomb, before goodbye, there is hello.
Once there was a way to get back homeward...
You wouldn't think that I care about Pyra. But I do.
"Hey, Cole, can I ask you something?"
Like Addam, are you? And so that's what it's about.
Like Addam, are you? And so that's what it's about.
engaging with this the only way i know how, because i'm still like that.
(note - only tagged as Lineage Theories because that's how everything else in a similar vein is, not because i'm casting aspersionary doubt.)
(note - only tagged as Lineage Theories because that's how everything else in a similar vein is, not because i'm casting aspersionary doubt.)
Whatever he is, whoever they are, he's got to go all in for meaning.
Homecoming is passed down like a treasure through the ranks, as each cohort bubbles up.
Despite her most ardent impatience, Glimmer knows she'll put up with anything, for Miyabi. Yeah, and she'll be good at it, too.
Well...there's only one word for it. Bellissima!
Glimmer's a fast thinker. Zeke's a slow chef. So, she gets cooking.
As if anyone could possibly know what Glimmer had been through.
The extent of your will; like a song that presents proudly its motifs and develops them all, all, all.
Thank the heavens! The kid is alright.
Only time can tell how far forward the connection will carry.
I've heard it said that it's not the responsibility of the listener to keep attentive. No, you have to captivate - and you have to earn.
History lives forever. Don't you think?
Na'el does feel herself strong enough to handle anything she can change - any scenario where her actions will truly take effect, and shake the heavens.
Someone will come along eventually and heal the sins of this world. Right?
The whole of life is futile unless you consider it as a sporting proposition.Alvis keeps a big log, out in memory space.
Leave your method signature at the door.
And with a raucous shudder, and with a furious ease.
You create your own loneliness...or lack thereof.
Tell me, would you...who's got the placebo? Where's my control group? Were we really...prepared for this?
Yeah, right. As if.
Trust me, won't you? It'll all turn out right eventually.
They say that time is a healer, and now my wounds are not the same. I rang the bell with my heart in my mouth; I had to hear what he'd say.
From time, the great healer, the machine messiah is born.
Malos brings absolution to the world. Of course he does. It is his destiny.
Malos brings absolution to the world. Of course he does. It is his destiny.
Inherently: version history - commit history. Where've we been, and how did we get here?
"I imagined you were somewhat...troubled by my existence."
"Shulk."
"What is it, Alvis?"
"Do you ever...vibrate?"
"What is it, Alvis?"
"Do you ever...vibrate?"
Ensconced in the endless, mystifying fabric of spacetime, Alvis comes alive.
The stream of consciousness runs dry, without free-flowing (conscious) thought.
That's how it is. That's how it was. That's how it'll always be.
A hollow whistle sounds - causal, or casual?
Access to polymorphism - is-a, has-a - is a wonderful thing.
Through the gate, there breathes a deeper sigh; aspirations are born in tandem.
In Indol, there are a great many paintings depicting all manner of hells.
They always do say that computers are very good at following instructions - too good, in fact. They actually can't think for themselves.
You got Nothing !
I don't know a single thing, and I'm so lonely. But the Aegis knows everything, you see.
There's a curious sort of crosswalk between mech pilots and magical girls; being able to enter into an idealized human body to perform violence but not having your emotional well-being protected by your ideal form.
But Malos can't be the son of god because he's too goddamn scared.
and in the streets the children screamed; the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
but not a word was spoken; the church bells all were broken
but not a word was spoken; the church bells all were broken
Malos has nothing. Nothing at all.
Pfft. Okay. Aren't we all?
It can only process so many processes and um...you have too many.
But they've got their own concerns. Haven't they?
What if Lora had found Minoth - as was her wont to do?
Minoth doesn't mind being accessory to this wonderful pageantry of a life he's walked into.
Lora had a way of making anyone agree to anything, really.
Even as a child, Lora had had her charms, her winning ways with people. Of course she had.
The predictable conclusion, Minoth thought, was that he was being taken...stock of. As usual.
Like static, she clings.
Lora discusses the thousand natural shocks with Minoth.
Something much more serious than asthma - and if he could minimize it, he would.
It's not the kind of thing they'd have gone for had fortune not been on their side. But good things certainly were on good sides.
Addam, let's do it together!
That's bloody brilliant. Well done you!
Now, when a cowboy does these things, you have to understand, he oozes just about the only thing one can besides sexuality and pus: charisma (and homosexuality).
Imagine that TTGC is M-rated and the post-battle convos are just blatantly homoerotic. Yeah. Sorry.
It is dark. It is not cold.
We used to be so happy. That's all it was.
Flora's recollection of the details is fuzzy, at times.
Such a clever question, this one. Such an impossibly simple solution.
History among the Titans tells us quite a many tales. Here's one you might have forgotten.
Let there be righteous glory in the name of our fathers,
To find the justice we all seek.
We stand arm in arm, as equals under the Titan's gaze,
Awaiting the peace that shall prevail.
For in that, there is honor.
-- Old Tornan Proverb: The Pillars
To find the justice we all seek.
We stand arm in arm, as equals under the Titan's gaze,
Awaiting the peace that shall prevail.
For in that, there is honor.
-- Old Tornan Proverb: The Pillars
Addam didn't want to be a hero. He only wanted, well...
Is that all you need? To be harmless?
Is that all you want? To be untamed?
Is that all you want? To be untamed?
Let me tell you what I wish I'd known, when I was young and dreamed of glory...
C(13,2) shuffled as necessary: my characteristic weakness at work.
They all share hugs, before the final battle. And, well...that was probably a good idea.
The group has many ways of offering each member their individual affection. Shall we call it love languages? No, I don't think so, but there is after all something to it. And in fabulous processional order...
In more desperate moments, one might quip softly that we very nearly always end as we began. But if we began alone...well, let's just not do that, hmm?
If you've stuck around for this long, you must be wondering: could it have gone any better? Could they have been any happier? And the answer is, of course, yes.
Pongo is lost. He has all but forgotten how to make an alien place a home.
sleep...won't you allow yourself fall?
There in the midst of it, so alive and alone, words support like bone. Like...bone.
I come to you, defenses down. I trust you; you are not a child.
Or, it's the one where Hugo doesn't die - for real this time.
Or, it's the one where Hugo doesn't die - for real this time.
So, of course, the address by "dear Hugo" to "dear Addam" is a hot, distant euphoria.
Addam can protect Hugo from things he'd never dreamed of.
But if patience for the self is a universal good, there's a little more of it, now.
(relationships that are inflected with a certain sort of unbalance and imperative)
It didn't work out, and it was never going to. Maybe that's a good thing.
Variations on a theme: Minoth, migration, and assimilation.
As they say, that's affinity for ya!
No, go on, name him. He's something of a favorite, after all.
I'm a simple creature. I see a post detailing possible avenues/flavors in which to write minoade, I go.
Post with instructions to hijack:
For a writer, one who thinks of, nay realizes, quite a many words, having everything you pen upon yourself reflect into and onto another is quite vulnerable, is it not?
Blades get the name of their true Driver imprinted somewhere in the back of their Core. That's not something Amalthus found out; everyone knows it.
Stay with me, I need support.
"Addam, I'm dying."
There's a long silence.
"Well. That's a good thing, isn't it?"
#divorce
There's a long silence.
"Well. That's a good thing, isn't it?"
#divorce
Minoth struggles with proximity to Addam.
"If I'm not your Driver..." Addam starts, clearly leading up to a grand conclusion.
"If you're not my Driver," Minoth repeats, biting the words and then chewing them up into a paste.
"If you're not my Driver," Minoth repeats, biting the words and then chewing them up into a paste.
do you really want to live forever?
Just for a moment, let your heart fly...
And the story just kept on going.
Indeed, that we all were so satisfied with that which stays.
Did they not all have a desperate desire to understand? Was that too base, too simple?
Someone says he's Jesus Christ - but I don't care.
As the saying goes...
What distinguishes intelligence artificial from that real?
The weather is clearing, the wind combs the young willows' hair.
.The ice is melted, the waves wash the old moss's beard
Two wrongs don't make a right. Two darks don't make a light.
Boys will be boys. Blades will be Blades. Aegises will be Aegises. Until they aren't.
Addam and Minoth never talk. They only talk over each other, around each other, through each other. But where are you, when I need you? I can't say I'm lost if you think me so found.
Minoth always struggles to feel at home.
They've been away [from each other] for far too long.
Addam's too easy. It's quite a change for Minoth.
"Keep remembering...things."
"Minoth?"
"Don't know what. Just things."
"Minoth?"
"Don't know what. Just things."
Rex and Mythra talk about their predilections. It's been a long time coming.
100-word Xeno series character drabbles, with the theme being, of course, asexuality.
Still waters run deep, and all that.
Everybody nosedive, hold your breath, count to five. Back slap, booby trap, cover it up in bubble wrap...or something like that.
Take some time to dwell on dreams. It's only human, you know.
One thing that was blessedly easy for Addam and Minoth: they could always, always take up others' contention to make up their distracted-out own.
The smallest things - like termites, or stolen kisses - often mean the most.
"How do you deal with it?"
There's a lot of conversations a question like that could open, but this one isn't half so heavy as most.
UPDATE: Aurora did another illustration for this piece!!!
There's a lot of conversations a question like that could open, but this one isn't half so heavy as most.
UPDATE: Aurora did another illustration for this piece!!!
Minoth is nice. Like, really, really nice. And he's great friends with Addam, and they never explain why, and Mythra finds herself feeling heartened, instead of getting jealous.
And what were they even fighting about, anyway?
Yellow eagle flies out from the sun. Are you watching? Are you waiting? Are you ready?
The marsh doesn't have any concept of before and after. There isn't anything so discrete as all that.
A light, simple tune.
Persistence runs, cold and hot. (playlist here)
Mythra comes together. (playlist here)
The world is beautiful, due to the people living in it. (playlist here)
Hey, hey, everybody's got their habits! If making camp in the colony's all you've got, you've gotta make it your own, haven't you?
He is a puzzle to be studied, and a bundle of knots to be taken apart and cut back together.
In my humble estimation.
In my humble estimation.
Four fleeting moments of soldiers finding something special, in others across from themselves.
30, 60, 90, 120...maybe try 1200, for a change. Is that how many he's got? Does it even matter?
happy and playing and joyful with cute!
i swear they won't stop making socks
Femslash February 2024 title cleanup!
(femslash, because i can)
A collection of femslash drabbles, based on Maurice Ravel's Miroirs Suite.
A collection of femslash drabbles, based on Maurice Ravel's Mother Goose Suite.
A collection of femslash drabbles, based on this post.
Maybe it was okay, not to be obsessed with supersystem-equipped Blade robots. Maybe it was okay just to be...enthusiastic.
He traded them like so many scintillating flash cards, a fact on hand for each six-legged beast. Though Minoth was a deft man so thoroughly self-aware, he didn't always seem to notice so swiftly when his interest in the bugs so greatly and terribly overpowered all preference from anyone else.
In other words...sometimes he forgot that he was crazy.
In other words...sometimes he forgot that he was crazy.
wel hai ! see my fantastic self-restraint?
What about bugs? You guys got any bugs?
(vandham vc) Still collecting the junk, are ya?
Billy's a rare one, among his generation. Of course Minoth's always more or less known that.
Or, charging through the nose.
Minoth was that perfect mean between industrious and lazy: pragmatic.
You probably think this song is about you, don't you?
A series of scenes surrounding a day that surprised no one, and got all the ceremony it deserved in due course.
an email is a message of love. it can also be a message of hate but in general an email is a message of love
wait until the recipient is online. wait until you've fallen asleep, and forgotten about it. wait with yourself, unspoken
Not brooms...nor brims.
Minoth, and associates, meets Lora, and associates, in the shampoo aisle. Staring ensues.
Back at it again with the universal truths - this time at McDonald's.
Better than cutting out a heart, right? Right?
Round 1, insta-K.O.
Org Torna has some...business to take care of, at just about the last place you'd expect.
Org Torna has some...business to take care of, at just about the last place you'd expect.
Even the most driven of us need our coping mechanisms, sometimes.
Someone's falling, someone's failing. Someone just wants to know what the f--k we're having for dinner.
Just what the title says. Are your eyes not working, or something?
"Tell me, Addam," Hugo mused. "Have you ever seen a goose in Torna?"
Even the biggest of stories starts in the smallest of ways. Even the smallest of stories starts in the biggest of hearts.
Are you ready? It's a quick one!
It's not necessary to make a big deal out of birthdays, no - but it's certainly a nice bonus!
Aletta is all commotion, when they return. The queen, then, just stands back and watches.
Sometimes, they can be straight.
An unfortunate truth...
Life on Alrest inspires a lot of opportunity for some terribly powerful choices and chances alike.
Come on, Lora. COME ON.
Central tenet: old people have got it figured OUT.
A novelization of the eponymous sidequest, with added focus on the exposition it provides for Minoth's backstory and mindset.
"Why do you call me 'Master', Haze?" Architect, he hated even speaking the word in such a context.
I can't think of a particularly respectable way to set this. Just trust me.
Let's suppose Minoth hangs onto a surviving Torna. What next?
I could reference back and remember that Minoth either is or isn't exactly as I imagine him. Or I could just keep on imagining him...
there's just something about having a big ponytail. and it's that you have a big ponytail. somewhat like a horse
When the lonely, aging world is your only companion, you've got to look inward, haven't you?
looks like we can't juxtapose, jump through hoops, and joy of creation our way out of this one boys
"Grandpa, are you really going to write a play about Mister Vandham?"
Was it even a question?
Was it even a question?
All that I am is fading. Has faded. And, so, what was I?
"He said to him, 'If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.'"
"Y'know, if the Architect really does exist...I'd quite like to meet him."
Like a snake, Amalthus speaks in silvered tongues, but it is only a very few, at the root of it, who are truly fooled. The rest of us...we all know.
The feeling is exquisitely simple and extraordinarily clear.
It was uncomfortable. It didn't make sense. It was the routine.
I could be wrong, but I'm not. Now tell me, what kind of love have you got?
Their communication isn't much better than that of petulant little boys, really.
SO HE WAS BROUGHT INTO THE WORLD TO PROTECT AND SERVE A MAN WHO HAD BEEN ORPHANED AS A CHILD AND IN MATURITY CHOSE TO EXERT POWER OVER OTHERS INSTEAD OF HELPING THEM AND THEN WHEN HE LEAVES THAT MAN THE ONE WHO ACCEPTS HIM IS ONE WHO REFUSES TO EXERT POWER OVER PEOPLE HE CAN HELP
Minoth and Addam have conflicting ideas of what is sustainable for the future.
Addam doesn't think about what Minoth is. Addam thinks about what Minoth does.
YDDHYUIS, boiled down.
To be palatial is not to be at peace.
He'd try, at least. Oh, how he wanted to try.
You know what they say - great minds think alike.
your friend...
The universe is an old soul.
Even Vulcans did not define death as the barrier.
Miniature anthology of crossover moments for Seren.
(little bits written at work without a particular home)
It's hard to hide your scars from someone who knows the knife. And one thing about wounds - they're open.
Hello, partner.
Malos reviews his motivations and renews his convictions.
Just trust me. Or don't. That's...kinda the point.
The answer, bluntly enough: absolutely nothing. Or absolutely everything. Take your pick.
Sometimes I have to do what I have to do.
Of course, of course, you can tell a lot about a person not just by what they write, but by the way they write it. Literally. Or physically, I should say.
Hearts for Gala. Hearts for Gala! Always, hearts for Gala.
Gala and Bart share some tender moments while camping.
#xenogearsocsweep
thank u Zest for Gala thank u Rue for moral support
thank u Zest for Gala thank u Rue for moral support
Gala is a little shy...
Two little ladies, acting just as ladies should - enjoying each other's company, that is!
try, try, as hard as you can
try, try, again and again
try, try, again and again
Age not just before beauty, but with, and leading, and travelling on.
Love is such a colossal, tremendous responsibility.
It started sometime between when Spock went to and returned from Gol. It only grew from there.
It started sometime between when Spock went to and returned from Gol. It only grew from there.
It was the first time, but it felt like the last time too - rather, like the continuum of all time and times condensed into one singular, supermassively expansive point.
"He touches Jim just as casually as Jim does the universe."
Which is to say...
Which is to say...
Both were equally afraid of seeing the other again, by the end of it.
Jim is a creature of habit. So is Spock.
Isn't that how the saying goes...verbing someone's tits off?
What it says on the tin! Variety and restraint are for the birds.
"What did you just call me, Captain?"
What do you do when being illogical is sometimes...endearing?
What do you do when being illogical is sometimes...endearing?
Just a little moment, no surprises here.
Perhaps the captain's general lack of fine digital motor flexibility isn't so great of an issue after all.
Jim has a question.
Please, by all means, go right on quoting (indeed, not quite citing) regulations - even the most overdone clichés.
There's nothing quite like being the First.
There is much to be said for intraplanetary and interpersonal persuasions.
It takes time to come to terms with his emotions. Of course, in multiple ways.
i want the secrets your secrets haven't found
Slow, and gentle, a ripple issuing from the instance of time.
Implicit: subtle and sweet.
Human rituals were such an odd dance.
Insufficient facts always invite danger. Or, one learns best by doing.
Uhura could rely on her best guys for anything - including completely hamming it up.
Everybody settle in, now.
Some things are just meant to be, even if they don't look so black and white.
That house...oh, that house.
"What's next, tutti-frutti? Isn't it a little late for that?"
...you can tell me by the way I walk!
He burned the dinner. Of course he did. Except how do you burn a frozen dinner? Ralph Malph would find a way.
This apartment wasn't so much Oscar's territory anymore. Was that the trade, one half of an apartment in exchange for one half of your progeny?
Shhh, it's starting!
Really, if not the whole thing.
Careful what you wish for - or what you don't, rather.
Penn soared so long he left the gazette without picking up Traysi's last, and most crucial, lead.
Goldie often imagined that she would be a wonderful friend of the Koroks...if she could see them.
The selling price of a large chunk of Zonaite or a Giant Brightbloom Seed is a mere 6 Rupees. A standard chunk or a normal seed, 3.
Oh, it was destiny. A siren call to power.
I could have sworn...ah, but no, the big world has its little rules.
Two straightforward girls make a simple, sweet promise.
As a blade, forged in the fire...
It is merely quintessence that serves to align these fixed, tracing stars.
sure fine whatever
Everything was going well. The performance was agreeable to all.
You know what? Death to Nopon.
Well...this is awkward.
Leaders from Keves and Agnus meet. Pleasantries are exchanged. And, not only those.
Or, hatred, strife, and lies in a heterogeneous form - nahhh...couldn't be!
The two nations of Aionios are nothing if not opposite.
Even after centuries, Melia's hope is still a false one.
Show me the pattern, one more time.
"Just because I am a princess does not mean that I am necessarily light on my feet, Fiora."
"And just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm a wimp! Come on, let me carry you, it'll be fun!"
"And just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm a wimp! Come on, let me carry you, it'll be fun!"
I can't forget you...
They stand at the railing, overlooking the sea that is no longer definitively endless but is so definitely boundless, and a reflective silence falls.
They stand at the railing, overlooking the sea that is no longer definitively endless but is so definitely boundless, and a reflective silence falls.
Baskets at the ready, everyone?
And, as they say, sugar for my honey, but the description will do quite nicely either way.
Hair-bleaching technology? Now THAT is the future.
They're swift and sure, stronger together. They always will be.
"Men are so hot and cute and wonderful and for what" - Belmont PhaseSkeith
A double date, orchestrated through varyingly nefarious means, is all well and good, but at the end of every meal out comes a critical question...
(anniversary gift for my dear friends)
(anniversary gift for my dear friends)
"I hope you trust me, Minoth."
Minoth's face, just then, carries the most forlorn look Egil has ever seen.
Minoth's face, just then, carries the most forlorn look Egil has ever seen.
Said one author to the masses, "I come up with new crack ships and convince other people to enjoy them." Said another author to the first, "You're not thinking crazy enough."
alt text: a gif of dunban and mumkhar during the one-on-one fight on valak mountain. mumkhar cries "you're as blind as you were then! i've wanted you [dead] for years!" (the word "dead" is blacked out). the pair clash weapons and hold still together with tension. a close-up freeze frame of dunban shows edited blush on his cheeks and hearts in the air, then the same for mumkhar. finally, a rose petal transition ending with more floating hearts reveals a comically badly drawn image of dunkhar kissing (practically eating each other's face).
(kallvis, bit by bit)
Today, this fine Wednesday, I worried endlessly about dates and the impossible task of preserving the human mind. But everything is alright, after all.
(shalvis, bit by bit)
It's a little something about saying hello to the monster living under the bed, and a little something about relentlessly re-pasting the glow-up stars to your ceiling.
"How are you, Shulk?"
How am I. How am I?
How am I. How am I?
It takes a while, for Shulk to wake up.
Well, I won't tell. That would be cheating.
Marcher. Voler. Rêver.
Once one dismisses the rest of all possible worlds, one finds that this is the best of all possible worlds!
Assume the bases of Xenoblade Chronicles. Assume also the writings of the philosopher Voltaire. Now, prove a contradiction.
Assume the bases of Xenoblade Chronicles. Assume also the writings of the philosopher Voltaire. Now, prove a contradiction.
Maybe redundant, but never irrelevant.
Cole marks himself much too old to survive a lightning strike, but he's got no choice, now, has he?
Cole's office ain't big enough for the three of them.
I knew him well, and hath borne him on my back a thousand times. Continue to do so, in point of fact. We will not speak of such an end.
Them's the rules, I'm afraid: no-account children have only one purpose, and it's to be loved.
It was easy to follow what Grandpa taught her. Iona's life was hardly precarious, anymore.
Inexorable, and yet it's gone.
Hah, as if.
'Cause you were wrong and now, the best is yet to come.
*Here, a note: imagine that the continent of Coeia harbored such natural, mossy stone as would offer a basal creeping place for the vines of such fruit.
...and other assorted ambitions.
Amalthus is, quite simply, not Minoth's favorite person.
Just as long-windedly: the masculine urge to punch a persistent POS right out.
Who could actually know the truth? And did it, by any stroke, matter?
"I'm conducting an experiment," said Amalthus.
Minoth had a problem. The solution was astoundingly convenient.
"Computers are incredibly fast, but incredibly stupid. We are incredibly clever, but incredibly slow."
Mythra and Minoth talk about pronouns, and what it means to be called after by another.
Mythra and Minoth talk about pronouns, and what it means to be called after by another.
A centuries-long learning experience, the Blade that was Minoth will be. The first lesson is today.
The obvious composer buries his motives.
Minoth, now Cole, thinks about things.
They got a name for the winners in the world...I want a name when I lose.
There's a lot of things you learn, traveling the world for a year. And, then, there are a lot of things you don't.
When Lora turns twenty-one, the obvious next acquisition is alcohol. Isn't it?
In a word, Mira is hostile.
It's now that Elma realizes what Goetia truly is.
like clouds :)
(per mel mellythird:
(per mel mellythird:
"the part of xenoblade x where my player character said 'normalize kissing your girl best friend on the mouth' really hit me"
)Having dispensed with the requisite violence of the day, Flora and Elma take a walk.
The kind of thing that remained, across universes.
(random word generator saved me from several fruitless attempts at a prompt/topic/theme/throughline: radii)
Sometimes hurt people hurt people, and sometimes they heal other hurt people instead.
You can't fit the span of all emotive possibility into just ten minutes. But you can try - if you have a theme, that is.
Goodness gracious! Girls kissing!
Ten drabbles for the most popular F/F-only Xenoblade pairings, in ascending order.
(and femmes and others too)
They can all do it. Even the Prone, and of those, not the Vix. So then...?
Seren is rarely cross, and never so cross as they are right about now.
Frye's tactic is to drink on it. Seren just wants to think on it.
Since when did Seren become a relationship counselor - say, intermediary? But they welcome a good challenge, regardless.
All in a dog day's work.
At first it had been an obligation. Now it's just fun.
Holy crap, indeed, Seren - this thing is powerful.
seren voice Keep falling in and out of love? wrong. overdrive
#NorthCoastWorthCoast
Seren's one of the biggest fans of yelvmi you'll find. They're not without their petulances, though.
1 2 3 ... eyes on me!
Even cautious Phasma can sometimes be a little bit too curious, too granting, for their own good.
Well, but you know - who do you like like?
It's a horse-eat-horse world... This, of all things, Seren knows.
Or: the unwitting bullshitters' "yes, and?"
L'Seren do like to be a bit of a nothingburger.
L'Seren love words, more than numbers. YelvMi will take a look at anything, should it spell their name.
Mimi and Yelv certainly don't know just what it is this is all about. Maybe they're happier that way. Maybe not.
Yelv's gotta pick his battles - and L has to learn to, too.
Ah, to float like a butterfly and sting like a bee...
freaking stop it. no more of that straight nonsense.
L'Seren are free of earthly cares, but oh so endlessly curious.
But Mira didn't care. No one cared. Why would they?
the feeling of being very far away even though you are right here, right here, right here
Authorizing access to relationship index for Seren, the Star of Sirius.
Authorizing access to amended relationship index for Seren, the Star of Sirius.
Perhaps all this record-keeping isn't Seren's best forte, but they do keep a careful roster, and they definitely know just who to recruit.
For the most part, Seren has no interest at all in Yardley's test tube. For the most part.
Yeah. That's how we build the inner. Yeah. But uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh that's.
Broken if an old PC is less than teaching will be till they just a parameter, we probably we should live over function like just that building just define as your people off along.
Mikhail surely knew from defence and deference. Was Minoth truly any different?
It would be impossible to pin every single influence. But Mik considered that maybe this had been one.
I greet them with the widest smile, tell them how my life is one big adventure...
Sometimes life is something you just have to get on with. Sometimes it's not so easy.
How's this move for perfection?
"So you're with him, now?" He addressed it to Jin, but he could just as easily have been talking to Malos.
what is and what should never be
Whatever way our stories end, I know you have rewritten mine by being my friend.
Go gentle, when there is a good night. Feel soft at the corners, if you must. No one else will see you that way, anymore.
To think of the immortal chance by which I found you...truly, could I ever?
To Jin, the world. For Jin. For Malos.
There's quite a many different ways to go, now.
"It weighs as it should."
Together we stand, divided we fall...
Yes, that's all it is.
and i look at all the sights we've seen and i say to myself, there's something in my eye - i think it's you
Jin and Malos tour the world.
My distortion shows obsession...
telling me the danger's past, i need not fear the icy blast again
Jin deals in life. Then again, Jin also deals in death.
So you think I'm a tough kid? Is that what you heard? Yeah, well, I like to see some action, and it gets into my blood...
It's dark, in the Praetorium. The moonlight glints emptily on the tiles.
Minoth was not one who could not be shaken. Malos was the rock that could not be moved.
How Brighid could be on fire, forever, and not be consumed was an enigma to Mòrag. It shouldn't have been, though - Mòrag herself had survived the flames many a time.
Flames azure and feathers molting, she emerges glorious and unattainable...the Firebird.
A kiss for luck and we're on our way... Not so simple as.
half a life never appealed to me
Even with her eyes nigh-permanently lidded, Brighid is...surprisingly observant.
She'll be damned if she lets these antiquated contraptions of brass-bore battery get the best of her. Not only that, but she'll be embarrassed.
It's taste!
Brighid ponders.
It's mesmerizing. I'm not even being cryptic.
Quite fine in filigree indeed!
flora ass fic 2: cole
Mythra could see it so clearly in her mind's eye. It was beautiful.
Mythra wonders - is it enough to be beautiful?
Mythra hates Brighid so much. So, so much.
Doesn't she?
Doesn't she?
There they go...
Indeed. They are Ardainian Blades.
In French, they say "Tu me manques": you are missing from me. It is, indeed, quite a beautiful sentiment - though need the missing always be that of incompletion?
[Xenoship Week 2021 - Day 5: Letters/Journal]
[Xenoship Week 2021 - Day 5: Letters/Journal]
It's always so nice to see you.
This one perhaps needs a little context, but you can't have too much!
Lora was a picky eater. Somehow, with all her charms and quirks and endearing facets of an adorably facile, nascent personality, Lora had come out of a dirty, unloving home and decided that she was going to be a picky eater.
The return of rosefic: Jin ponders.
There's no icebox, there's no bench scraper, there's no bench to be scraped. Just logs cleaned as best as they can be with ice, with rope, with nature battled against nature.
Without knowing how to or not, one follows intuition.
...and what a lovely way to go.
Nia doesn't take cues from anyone but Melia, thank you very much.
Pyra and Nia: two pure and noble spirits, clamoring and rising free.
She's forgotten, Pyra realizes, what it feels like not to feel a light flickering at the cracks between the lines.
Pyra wonders how to find her way, as the future floating within and without the past - and no, it won't be by counting!
What a fine friend have I!
And remember the better words later - to say surely, in your heart.
Subtlety may not be Triton's strong suit, but...
We all need someone to lean on - and not just for three seconds, and over! No, no. A good long while.
Mio is counting her blessings.
A cat is a cat - how about that?
Just try and stop me!
Minoth makes a diagnosis, one to one.
Twinkling, a vagary star, the ghost catches Mio's golden eye.
This cat kills fascists!
One such universal constant: anachronism.
It's crazy. It's so contrived as to be right snuffed. But Lanz can't get rid of it, no matter how he tries. And it's so handsome, too...
No, no, no - you must watch!
Flora won't deny it, the cap'n is a rare one.
No ether lines, no ears, no wings! Just two honest hands, and then another two more.
There was a tremendous vulnerability in accepting strength and resolution.
If I say something stupid it is always Alana's fault. Exclusively. And I am giving her big kiss.
As tagged.
As tagged.
Something worthwhile will come eventually. Eventually. This is just a meantime compromise, because I can.
Not a will-they or won't-they, per se, but a gentle perspective on what it should mean, and then what it does thereafter. I hope you'll find the title appropriately mounted in irony and inside jokes.
...is what the summary was going to be, and then I found that this title no longer fit my fully genuine interpretation. It fits here; three cheers for silly spirk, or something like that.
...is what the summary was going to be, and then I found that this title no longer fit my fully genuine interpretation. It fits here; three cheers for silly spirk, or something like that.
Mr. Spock has a quandary. There's not much more to it than that.
The definition includes friend, brother, and lover. All three at once. Constantly.
A very interesting thing to learn - and no one he'd rather learn it with.
What entropy is there in a feedback loop?
No mitigating circumstances now - it's only common sense.
On the merits of being true to one's own self.
If it's difficult to focus on the kindest truth, then might I suggest looking at each other? (he/she Kirk - they/them Spock)
They're floating.
Good god, we're really out here.
(he/they Kirk - they/he Spock)
Good god, we're really out here.
(he/they Kirk - they/he Spock)
What is? What is...?
Do you like cats?
Do you like cats?
Safety first!
Something almost like a smile crosses the Vulcan's face. Certainly, it's throwing victory.
"You were worried."
"You were worried."
Help me, Bones had said in the Klingon sickbay, help me, and he hadn't meant help me help you, let me help, but damn it, he's a doctor, isn't he? So of course that's what he'd meant. We'd all like to believe.
Spock sees the blood. He cannot but see it. Yet, he questions why it should bleed, and bleed, and bleed.
It is there, to make a radical statement; and his cavernous humanity elides.
It is there, to make a radical statement; and his cavernous humanity elides.
([primarily spirk] tag scenes for my TOS rewatch, by episode even though they aren't tagged individually)
A loose sequence of spirk drabbles, inspired by the eponymous suite, as is my way.
(drabble series, and a slightly more bona fide reason for the word count)
A collection of "m"slash drabbles, based on Maurice Ravel's Gaspard Suite.
A collection of "mslash" drabbles, based on Gustav Holst's The Planets.
A series of character pieces, based on a series of character pieces.
100-word Xeno series drabbles sourced from what might be used as a character matchup generator.
Following an adventure in the browser console to retrieve the prior entries I hadn't written down, here are the discards from my XSW experiment. Primarily platonic except where it would be funny to do something else. Completed in entirety...one year later.
(collection of ship drabbles by request)
(collection of ship drabbles based on requests with emoji prompts)
(collection of ship drabbles based on requests with emoji prompts)
(collection of kiss drabbles by request)
(collection of rarepair drabbles by request - six months later)
Parryback for these.
I wanted to practice a direct style and unfocus on the word count.
I didn't tag this character study...but it's basically character study. You'll see.
The moon looms maroon, on Thursdays.
[Whumptober collection, with a little extra treat in the last chapter.]
[Whumptober collection, with a little extra treat in the last chapter.]
"I feel as if any encounter that takes us apart from one another must be awfully contrived."
"And this one is...?"
"Giddyup, Mythra. Embrace it."
"And this one is...?"
"Giddyup, Mythra. Embrace it."
Flora is alone. Perhaps it would be in the best interest of all to try to change that.
A mother never forsakes. A mother only copes, clutches, clings.
Shania had been cut off from the knees since birth, it felt like. But maybe Ghondor could help with that.
Shania's life that could have been...
Give it up. Give it all up.
No one could ever mistake Ghondor for a guy. Not really.
Taion would figure a way through this, even if it meant asking counsel from Eunie.
"I am yours, you are mine - you are what you are."
Good to get it all out in the open, right?
Sena has spent the previous eight-and-some terms of her life thinking in ors only.
In a world like this, you really are damned lucky if you find what you're looking for.
And though I know you couldn't care, you oughta...
Cheering. I can't stand it.
Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings...
Stand up and fight!
But...why?
But...why?
Always, it comes. Not inevitable, no, but uninhibitable.
Fine for you, all that time you've got.
Let it go on. Let it go out.
Change is something they all wish for. Or at least, maybe they once did.
There are many ways for a new journey to begin. It took some doing, but this is mine. No comment on whether it should be ours.
The space between where the angels fly, they say, is the path upon which God advents.
And as it was in origination, so will it be in referential continuum. In other words...here we go again.
Fei reflects...again.
There is no other way.
Id growls. "Why should I assume that you're any different?"
Bart grins. "Because I am."
Bart grins. "Because I am."
"You're a human," the dragon groans.
"Is that a bad thing?" the prince asks, brightly.
"I'm not sure. It's never been a good thing before."
"Come now," says the prince, still shining. "Surely there must be something you like about us."
"Is that a bad thing?" the prince asks, brightly.
"I'm not sure. It's never been a good thing before."
"Come now," says the prince, still shining. "Surely there must be something you like about us."
It's not that Foul demons are known for being polite. But they're generally sloshing at high-rises, not anything specific.
Yoshitsune is well used to demons disappearing.
Far be it from reality for a simple pronoun to be the most jarring thing about this unjarred phase of the world.
"And the mayor thinks I'm lazy-"
"Why would the mayor think you're lazy?"
"Why would the mayor think you're lazy?"
dedicated to me being Wrong
I chose 16N𓅨 and promised to turn it out to the left and the right for my dear friend's birthday.
get out of my notes app i have to watch a study hall
It was unlike any place she'd ever seen on Alrest.
Some things, however, were the same.
Some things, however, were the same.
So much of their quest concerns proximity. It is a wonderful thing, to be close to the truth.
You have inspired me so.
The parallels are too easy, too potent.
Krelian finds solace in a certain supercomponent of the soul.
Do you see me? Or do you just see...all the stars in the sky?
In the lonely gazebo, high above Ignas, they speak of simple things.
Maybe I'm a lonely man who's in the middle of something that he doesn't really understand.
Addam sneaks back home, just for a bit, and tries to make sense of it all.
Addam sneaks back home, just for a bit, and tries to make sense of it all.
Newness can be a lonely, alienating thing. Or, it can show you quite simply and warmly, so naturally, all you'd been missing.
I'll keep a place for you, somewhere deep inside...
"So."
"So."
"So I've never kissed anyone before."
"So."
"So I've never kissed anyone before."
It's a simple thing, and it's a sweet thing, and it's something they've learned to call home.
Oh, now aren't you just the sweetest thing?
Why must Addam always be so oblivious?
And what is it? Love, I suppose. Of course it is!
What else is a good friend/prince/husband for if not safety and comfort?
The not-so-up-and-coming Tornan prince has some new, and quite pressing, duties and responsibilities to attend to.
In attempt to be earnest, all things turn nonsensical.
Addam learns to give his wife a kiss.
Addam learns to give his wife a kiss.
And, truth to tell, she lights up well, so I, for one, don't blame her!
But, fierce and bold, in fiery gold, he glories all effulgent!
"You're awfully content."
"You made me so."
"You made me so."
This is a test post for my neocities upload scripts. Wahoo!
This is a test post for my interactive fic (shell/template) generator script. Yippee!
There's minoade everywhere you look.
I happen to think that there's, oh, everything in it.
The reviews on floraminoade are as follows: "very sweet. hugs and kisses." But the foundation is slightly more richly inflected than that, I find.
Sometimes you just need the important questions answered.
(I had a prompt list in image form, and I don't remember where it came from. Enjoy the result of the transcription.)
(I had a prompt list in image form, and I don't remember where it came from. Enjoy the result of the transcription.)
Bio/demographic information for my OC depiction of Addam's wife, each bit in the form of a 100-word drabble.
But did you know that when it snows...
She is like nothing else they have known.
She is like nothing else they have known.
where are you?
No one knows what it's like.
Would you care to dance?
No, not even.
Won't you dance with me?
No, not even.
Won't you dance with me?
It's another stitch closer to where he wants to be, and another puncture where the light can get in.
A house of dead-eyed stares perches on the shore, permanently faced to the depths.
"It's been a few years, since the war."
Keep writing. Nothing out of the ordinary. "Sure it has. You feeling okay?"
Keep writing. Nothing out of the ordinary. "Sure it has. You feeling okay?"
Not everyone is happy with the aftermath of the war.
Try as he might, Addam cannot make sense of the pieces he has been left with, in heart and in home, after the Aegis War.
There's a grief that can't be spoken...
Will the world remember you, when you fall?
The grief of a man who has failed hardly deserves our sympathy. But doesn't Addam?
Walking in the country doesn't afford one many mirrors. Mythra struggles with their self-image all the same.
Mythra and Minoth, alone as ever, talk about what it means to be alive.
Or something, something, something like that...
No, the Aegis is not a silent, glowing angel operative. She's a loud, angry, finicky teenage girl.
!Liar. Liar, liar, liar
"You need a haircut, badly. 'Cause you've already got this hole in your head."
Mythra's an ace at brute-forcing it.
Mythra's an ace at brute-forcing it.
Kissing, huh?
Florid flashes tattoo the scene. Like seeing inside marrow, between bones.
It was hard, at first, for Mythra to find a real confidante. And then Minoth showed up.
Mythra is nothing if not a troubled youth. By comparison, Minoth looks like a sainted...not-uncle. Something else. Fiddlier.
within your attributes, a vital mutator; for better or for worse, the interface is implemented
Mythra seeks out Minoth instead of Addam, that night. (As ever, perhaps.)
Mythra has nothing. Nothing at all.
Mythra's just another negative girl. She doesn't believe in much of anything.
Lora blinks rapidly. Stutters.
Generally, she's entirely out of her depth, only she isn't at all concerned with swimming.
Generally, she's entirely out of her depth, only she isn't at all concerned with swimming.
Oh, Lora is absolutely fascinating.
The night, cool and shifting, is its own little world.
Most people who throw their food do so due to the subconscious fear that if they don't, later they may sit on it !
Always a reason. Always preparation...for that wonderful moment.
Patroka had killed a lot of things.
The bitch is burning. The stars are on fire.
what you are, and what you haven't
what you see before you is
what you see before you is
It was frightful, all that tranquility.
To be a walking contradiction; to be sweet anger and gentle rage...
Nia felt it all too close to what she herself had experienced. Only problem was, Fan was different.
She'll come around eventually. Right?
Am I allowed to look at her like that?
She means everything to me.
She means everything to me.
She's a little explosion of hope...never turns the lights down low, she can go there if you want to though.
Pyra isn't just warm. No, not just.
Pyra isn't just warm. No, not just.
You've always been going. It should be funny, but it ain't.
Classical, inmitable victory.
You can look, but you can't touch.
Obviously - Mythra likes to be sure.
Impossible to deplete, unfortunately.
There's something special about Mythra, here and now, that catches Jin's attention.
So deep, so wide. Will you take me on your back for a ride?
Embellishment, et al.
"I cannot help my suspicion."
"I know. But I can."
"I know. But I can."
"I've got nothing to be afraid of."
"You're sure?"
"You're sure?"
The relic reignited wonders.
And I am simply ancient...!
So simple it doesn't need explanation. And on, and on, and on...
(noun) the final part of a play, movie, or other narrative in which the strands of the plot are drawn together and matters are explained or resolved
A galaxy with a penchant for forming and emitting self-destructive star, after star, after star...indeed, that's Mythra.
And a chorus should follow her. An astonishment of angels should surround.
The unlikely (no, quite likely) Nia- pair are mischief and its maintainer - though perhaps not in the order you'd expect.
Have I come to too soon for you?
It was quick to prepare the protein and set the base to boil, but then the actual dumpling-making took a little while. She had time, here this afternoon.
Well, let's just say some very interesting things might happen.
"Look around wherever you want," Cole said. "I've got no secrets."
Oh, but Nia wished he had.
Oh, but Nia wished he had.
There isn't really a culture around that, thought Nia. At least, not to her knowledge.
Try as she might, Nia can't help but fret over this new...oh, don't call it a conquest. But she finds herself feeling quite triumphant, all the same.
One thing she's learned, bein' a proper adult 'n' all: you gotta ask these questions.
Nia cackled. Melia steamed.
A wonderful time was had by all.
A wonderful time was had by all.
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It's a lovely day for a lark.
Let me tell you a story...
...just another stop along the way...
As Origin's final pendulum swings...
As Origin's final pendulum swings...
Aionios is, in some respects, a world built entirely on preconceived notions.
truths only discovered with lips sealed and minds mumbling.
but this way he'd only be losin' one daughter, 'stead o' two.
Dromarch's angry.
And then, the most terrifying thing of all: the great white beast smiled at him.
It's a good morning in Aletta Manor. It always has been.
How can it be a second wind? There's hardly any motion at all.
There was a time - briefest time - when Mumkhar still tried, and he would call a young Fiora, chubby-cheeked, "angel face" because he didn't yet begrudge that Dunban was a saint.
That was then. Now, Fiora is gaunt and pale and keening. She hasn't a scrap of righteousness left in her, or maybe that's all she's got. And yet, the expression on Egil's awestruck face tells a much different story.
That was then. Now, Fiora is gaunt and pale and keening. She hasn't a scrap of righteousness left in her, or maybe that's all she's got. And yet, the expression on Egil's awestruck face tells a much different story.
Through the visor, Fiora sees diamonds and diophantine dilemmas.
They all have so much pain.
They all have so much pain.
Sitting in the Machina Village, among all its newly diversified inhabitants, Fiora's gears start to whirr.
That's not Fiora. Not anymore.
In other words, the moral quandary of the damsel on the railroad tracks should be quite simple. Shouldn't it?
Humans are swift. Humans are strong. Humans are ceaseless.
Suddenly, Fiora is none of those things.
Suddenly, Fiora is none of those things.
It's impossible to miss an entire firmament ([de]con)structed in your mind.
"So you were together, with Alvis?"
you can shine, you can shine, you can shine
Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars! Where we have gone, you know you never can go.
You know the drill. Has life again destroyed life?
It is curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want.
And, my god, do choose your words wisely.
Of course I know him. He's me.
Imagine gem crafting with Alvis - "To me!" "To you, Shulk."
humans see what they want to see
Clear the logs. Close the accounts.
And still the warmth lingers, even in untouchable places.
"You look just like him."
"Truly?"
"Truly?"
To a flower, the soil is only full of nutrients. Not the corpses beneath.
The feeling of drowning, alone, is quite familiar to Rex.
How bold they are! But of course Godcleaver and Stoutheart should be nothing but.
Three possibilities, each equally likely and equally embarrassing.
After it all, it is still about rights, and reassertions.
With use case expended, they expire together.
If you must take issue...well, then grasp it by the horns.
Minoth has a revelation about triangulation.
I'm one of many, I speak for the rest, but I don't understand...
Minoth spends some time rattling around the ideology of the incipient Org Torna.
Minoth spends some time rattling around the ideology of the incipient Org Torna.
It's raining again in Mor Ardain, when he sees her.
You know, because there're other things a Driver and Blade can do besides fight, even if it's together.
Sometimes you're just left waiting a long, long time for someone to really, truly call you their own. [posted 2021-06-25 through 2021-08-06]
What is it, to fight? What is it, to work together?
"You fascinate me." Minoth barked a laugh. "I know." So saying, he turned back to the chest and resumed rummaging through it.
[Xenoship Week 2021 - Day 3: Rings/Treasure]
[Xenoship Week 2021 - Day 3: Rings/Treasure]
"Syrenne, did you know that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met? Have I ever told you that?"
He's not what she thought he was. And yet, he's exactly what she thought he was.
...have to find the passage back to the place I was before...
All things must come...to an end. Always.
All things must come...to an end.
Everything changes. Everything stays the same.
Angel, fallen. Demon, risen.
Stand with direction...the world.
Stand with direction...the world.
And in the beating of your heart there is another beating heart.
For whom did Jin's heart beat? To what course, to what rhythm, to what end?
For whom did Jin's heart beat? To what course, to what rhythm, to what end?
They called me the reverend when I entered the church unstained...
My employers have changed, but the name has remained...
My employers have changed, but the name has remained...
It's all a metaphor, isn't it? It's all the same.
They're lost, and they're not even at sea.
Was I wrong? I know why...
How many times can I say I'm sorry?
Broken people are all too eager to diagnose others as kindred. It's misery loves company, yes, and then something...a little more.
don't surround yourself with yourself
Egil and Jin play a simple game. A classic game.
Egil fights until he can't anymore, but the thing that dies isn't his spirit.
(maybe not so mild as originally intended)
It's bitter like the bottom of a keg, gone off, off, off.
Some days, it seems like the only hobby anyone has is thinking about family drama that's already long gone by.
Seren has it out with their most normal of guys.
...and there were no survivors.
"Hey, don't rain on my parade!" Seren nudges Seer with a smile. L's response to this is something unintelligible that makes Al's eyes wobble.
Among all the rest, Seren forgets their propensity for annoyance. Not with this one, though.
What could they even say, anyway? No, I think your homeslice is a dirty stool pigeon.
So this is how it feels, to be born again, and born again.
"So, like, why is your name Mira?" asked the imaginary Lin with absolutely no filter.
"I dunno," said Mira. "I'm just...me."
"I dunno," said Mira. "I'm just...me."
"You want me to tell you if you're supposed to be here?"
Lin deflated, quite visibly. "That would be nice, yeah."
Lin deflated, quite visibly. "That would be nice, yeah."
Minoth's tone just wouldn't stop jabbing. "Pretty odd thing, for a Blade, to wake up and find everybody looking at him like he's not the one they wanted."
Is this really who we are? Could we possibly be so different?
ask it where it was, and how it got there
And who is he that should count sour fruit as a gain?
Goldie has an insightful chat with something resembling a brick wall.
Goldie takes some compunction into her studies.
centaur (n) - a mythical creature, half human and half horse, from the Greek kentauros (also ken-tauros, or "piercing bull")
In which Minoth is not such a summarily humanoid Blade.
In which Minoth is not such a summarily humanoid Blade.
Not just or only, no, they've truly done it this time. And Mythra is only absolutely responsible.
It was a bright and bitchy day.
Flora demanded an explanation. Minoth, of course, was most obliging.
And suddenly the gravity of the celestial ring is realigned, restructured.
Explanations between people can be as fine or as flimsy as they like.
each song a blessing
Your favorite floral family...
(don't think too hard about it)
The problem was...that there weren't any problems. And that, in the end, was the best thing of all. They made it so, anyway.
"Did you want something?" Flora asks, and though she's playful and consenting to the moment she does sound a little nervous. Minoth nods, simplicity in motion, and gestures quietly. "You, if that's alright."
~ ongoing one-shot collection for anything sweet those fabulous four (now five) might get up to ~
"Come on, show me those beetles of yours." Between that and the very unfortunate innuendic cadence of "I've got weevils in my wife's strawberry bushes," Addam could feel himself getting very, very red.
There are only so many union-mandated breaks you can slough off with someone before you realize you'd gladly play another six hours straight for another five minutes with them.
Minoth is constantly second-guessing what's "supposed" to be. When will he learn to trust, as they do?
Prescribed: Flora pining-ish + Addam oblivious + Minoth with way too many morals/reservations. We attempt...
Aletta is a simple, warm country home. Of course Minoth's first real escape from Indol is all bound in to love.
It's still floraminoade, of course, but with the provisions that Addam and Flora, and Minoth alongside, are just a little smarter and just a little stupider, but both in all the right ways, towards a silliest, most serendipitous middle-end interlude between more important events.
Okay, so you've got a room together. That's only half of the equation.
To switch it up: sleepy Minoth, instead of sleepy Addam.
The burdensome light of evening time draws clear its vital intentions.
Such are promises...
There are rules, and then there are exceptions. Minoth is, as ever, quite a troubled, indecisive soul.
There are rules, and then there are exceptions. Minoth is, as ever, quite a troubled, indecisive soul.
"Sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined."
- Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
- Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
Minoth hasn't lived in Auresco for long, but it's not the city that makes him feel like he's on the brink of something too big to understand.
The edge, a line, is a concept of two dimensions. The tip, a point, is a concept of one.
And time is the fourth. And space is the third.
And Spock will be dissatisfied in all of them, forever.
And time is the fourth. And space is the third.
And Spock will be dissatisfied in all of them, forever.
Bozeman...well. We're really in it now, aren't we?
(i love this art and it deserves a full piece but by this point i really just need to offload the stale draft ;-;)
(i love this art and it deserves a full piece but by this point i really just need to offload the stale draft ;-;)
washed up on the sea shore
What if she was right? What if he was lost?
Really, it was about learning about people, and learning how very, very far they all had to go.
Gay Gillian fic. We didn't need another one but it's here anyway. Sorry and thank you.
It all came back to this, it seemed.
Now, I don't pretend to tell you how to find happiness and love, when every day is a struggle to survive. But I do insist that you do survive, because the days and the years ahead are worth living for!
Aionios isn't quite a perpetual motion machine. But it's...something like that.
What follows on from family...can't be too bad, then, can it?
The bell tolls, ever-beckoning, for those trapped in between.
If life itself truly is such a scarce substance, and one which can induce alternately such euphoria and such dysphoria...
Not such a monumental nuance, between the two.
Not this way. Not this time.
It's a razor-thin decision, and she's bleeding out.
Some water still will find its way home, even sliced by ice and wind.
I think you're one too.
You know, just in case you never learned.
"I'm not so sure I was always Eloise."
"Well, sure." Audril shrugged. "Not until you decided you were."
"Well, sure." Audril shrugged. "Not until you decided you were."