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aberranttree · 2 years ago
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Delve Deeper
just a lil thing I thought of talking to @slimegirl-selkie
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The Party hadn't seen the light of day in days, hell it might even have been a week since the 3 of them and their pet monster, Ze, had descended into the caverns beneath the citadel. At first, the going was easy; their packs were full and their bodies well-rested. Now, they weren't so sure they'd see the sun again.
The caves weren't cold at first. Warmth from the buildings above had seeped into them, but after an hour or two descending into the system the radiating heat faded and the party realized they were going to be facing something they were not prepared for.
The first day, the narrow caves threatened to press Kirkland til he popped.
The second, heat dissipated and the cold set in.
On the third day, Ariana started speculating:
"Wh-what if i-its a white dra-dragonn?"
"No."
"What?! Kirk, how could you possibly know that"
"Dragons like that wouldn't tolerate being stuck under the citadel. Dragons don't like the citadel, it used to be one of the safest fortresses from them in its heyday. Until the guards-" He shot Merrith a look. "-killed all the dragons in the mountains around the citadel. Now, I don't think a lone dragon would strike back."
"It's not like I killed them."
Kirkland grunted. He was big and kind, built a grizzly bear, but acted like a Teddy Bear. Ze perched on his shoulder, a little ball of green Ooze curled up against his neck. Merrith wondered how he got over the feeling of the slime, rolling down the front and back of his shoulders and even morphing entirely around parts of him sometimes.
Merrith shivered. She hadn't been this cold since her winters at the Sorrengard Military Academy, all the way to the north of the continent. She thought she'd never be that cold again when she moved to the Southern Empire, but here she was, freezing in a cave in the middle of the hottest summer she had ever endured.
"W-we should huddle t-together f-f-for warmth"
"Buck up Merrith, we'll find the beast that's been murdering people in the citadel and slay it any minute now"
Merrith loved that about Kirkland. He never let his worry show. No matter how helpless he felt, he always had the confidence that was supposedly expected of her as one of the guards at the citadel. Maybe it was because Ze was so small that he always had to be brave for it, but Merrith somehow knew that even without Ze, Kirkland's attitude wouldn't be much different. After all, Ze wasn't the first monster he'd adopted knowing full well that one day it would outgrow his ability to care for it. There was one of those invisible panther things before Ze and something about its passing made Merrith think it wasn't the first either.
"I'm sure you would like to cuddle with big, strong Kirk" Ariane teased.
Merrith hated that about the petite girl. Everything was about love with her. She was always scared. Ariane, if Merrith was allowed an opinion (and she always allowed herself an opinion) did not belong on this adventure, she belonged in a temple, healing and repairing humanity's connection with the Gods.
On the fourth day in the caves, the group stopped in front of a wall of frozen blue goop. Kirkland crouched by it and took out one of his mallets. Merrith could never tell them apart in battle but as Kirkland raised it and smashed the frozen substance, she noticed the runes carved into the handle and recognized the mallet as Chisel, Kirkland's right-hand mallet.
"Well, I think I know what we're dealing with, even if i've never seen or heard of one before"
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that's part 1 I guess. I don't wanna rush the ending and need to establish the characters so part 2 may be soon, I'll try to attach it here somehow when I do post it, but I'm not sure how I do that.
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pine-squir-dog · 28 days ago
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>Now we are one.
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Still reposting my works from old blog!!!
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kleocchi · 29 days ago
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SIGNALIS OC PICREW !!! 5000+ PARTS!
More updates coming soon! Enjoy!
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joetastic2739 · 5 months ago
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The Empress and Her Revolutionary.
A love divided by fate. They meet one last time, this time as ruler and executioner.
Commissioned by @SparrowMaker101
Voiced by @KuripaChan
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Clandestine. Part Four.
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Part One. Part Two. Part Three.
Chapter Synopsis - Death puts everything into perspective.
Pairing - Stewy Hosseini x Female Roy!Reader
Warnings - cursing. lots of talk about grief.
Word Count - 3k
Author’s Note - now I might just be the last person on tumblr still writing for stewy, but I am determined to finish this series. let’s ignore the fact it’s been a year since I updated it, shall we? one more part of this to go!! thank you, if you’re still here for my succession stuff <3
Series Masterlist. Main Masterlist. Inbox.
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You’re floating around in a daze.
It’s been a week since Connor’s phone call. A week since the formidable Logan Roy died on the floor of his private plane, surrounded by his closest employees. A week since you’ve seen Stewy.
You’ve been crashing in Roman’s guest room, neither of you wanting to be alone. You go to your Dad’s apartment, have meetings with old white men that all look the same, pop into the office every now and again and go home to your brothers. You were barely speaking to Kendall before all of this happening, never mind now. You can’t remember the last time the two of you said more than three words to each other.
You’re sat at Roman’s dinner table when a strange feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. You watch him picking at his salad for a minute before you say anything.
“Have you… spoke to Kendall? Like, over the last few days?”
Roman looks confused by the question, but doesn’t voice it.
“Yeah, here and there. You guys are in a fight, right?”
“Uh, yeah. We were. I guess we still are. I’m just… worried about him. God knows his mental health has been in the gutter recently anyway, but now Dad’s dead, and… I don’t know. It just can’t end well, right?”
“All we can do is keep an eye on him, I guess. He won’t fucking accept it even if we try and help, so.”
“Yeah.”
You move the chicken around on your plate with your fork, neither of you having much of an appetite recently.
“So, you never told me what your fight was about. It all seems like this big ass fucking secret that only Roman doesn’t know about.”
You’re a little taken aback by Romans candour. Usually he’s pretty avoidant, happy to live with the not knowing. He’s done with that, apparently.
“You’re not the only one that doesn’t know, Rome. Ken is the only one that does.”
“Why?”
“Why?”
“Yeah, why? Why does everyone include Kendall in everything and leave me on the fucking sidelines? Why am I always the one who doesn’t get the joke, who doesn’t know the secret?”
“Rome-”
“I know he’s your favourite, but Jesus. You could at least try and include me sometimes.”
“Roman.”
“What?”
“Kendall only ‘knows the secret’ because he… walked in on the secret. Not because I sought him out and told him, or anything like that. I promise.”
“The fuck are you talking about?”
With what has happened over the past week, your perspective on almost everything has changed. Keeping your secret is no longer top priority - or priority at all. You’re realising that you don’t care, because it doesn’t matter. Not much really matters.
“I’m in love with Stewy.”
Roman’s silent for a moment, processing.
“Hosseini?”
You can’t help but laugh.
“Yeah, Rome. Hosseini. Do you know any other Stewys?”
He shakes his head, still visibly confused.
“Are you gonna tell him?”
“Tell him what?”
“That you’re in love with him.”
“Oh. Oh. Yeah, um… he already knows. We - we’re in love. With each other. We’re dating.”
“You’re dating him?”
“That’s crazier than me being in love with him one sided?”
“Uh, yeah.”
You chuckle, looking at him for a moment before a grin breaks out across his face. He’s always been the most easy going of your brothers, the most understanding. You’ve always felt a comfort in talking to Roman - he’s more open minded than he appears. He’s a surprisingly good listener, even when you think your problems are trivial or stupid.
“For how long?”
“Fuck, I don’t even know. Two years, give or take?”
“Two years?”
“Are you mad?”
“Mad? I’m mad impressed, Princess. I didn’t think you’d be able to keep a big secret like that from me for that long.”
“So you don’t hate me?”
You’re suddenly vulnerable, terrified that your big brother is going to think less of you. Your brothers are all you have, all you’ve ever had. The four of you learned to survive with each other, with no help from parents or nannies or any kind of adult. You have nothing if you don’t have your brothers.
“I don’t hate you, dummy. I could never hate you.”
You stand up and make your way over to him, perching on his leg like you used to when you were kids. You wrap your arms around his neck, exhaling when he wraps his around your middle.
“Love you, Rome,” you whisper. “Even if you are a pain in my ass.”
“Yeah, love you too,” he murmurs. “Even if you do keep important secrets from me.”
“I promise I won’t keep anything from you ever again.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Promise. No more secrets.”
You pull back but stay sat on his lap, feeling six years old again, taking solace in the presence of your big brother.
“So Kendall… walked in on you?”
“He saw us leaving the gala together and got suspicious. He showed up at Stewy’s apartment the next morning, banging on the door and asking where I was.”
“Oh shit,” he laughs.
“It’s not funny,” you retort, but you’re holding back your giggles as you do it.
“And I’m guessing he didn’t take it well.”
“Not at all. He was cycling between yelling and swearing and then sitting really quietly just… staring into space. Then he got personal, which was expected, but that pissed Stewy off, so the whole thing got awkward again. It was… horrendous.”
“He’s horrible at feelings.”
“Says Mr Communication over here.”
He shoves you off his lap, chuckling when you slide onto the floor. You punch him in the arm as you get up, returning to your original seat. You sit in silence for a moment, neither of you quite sure how to continue.
“What now?”
“I… don’t know, Rome. I just don’t know.”
“I mean, the world hasn’t stopped spinning. Maybe it feels like it has for us, but everyone else has carried on.”
You’re confused by your brother’s sudden wisdom, until it clicks for you.
He’s free.
Sure, he’s grieving. You all are. But he’s lighter. Laughs a little easier. Gives out advice quicker.
He’s free.
You all are.
The shackles your father had placed on all four of you are broken. You are no longer bound to him or Waystar or his insane ideals as to what family should be or do or say.
“I need to get out.”
“What?” Roman asks as he cocks his head, quirking a brow at you in curiosity.
“I don’t want to be a part of this anymore. This… constant cycle of destruction and deception and stabbing people in the back. It won’t stop now that Dad’s dead. It’s the very foundation that his business is built on.”
“So you’re gonna… leave?”
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna sell my shares and I’m gonna get the fuck out.”
Roman laughs, now, all big and bold and beautiful. You don’t know what’s funny, but you can’t help but laugh with him.
“I am too.”
“Wait… what?”
“I’m doing the same.”
“Roman.”
“I’m serious. I don’t know who CEO is gonna be, but it isn’t gonna be me. It’ll be Kendall or Tom or someone completely different, but we all know neither you or I are capable.”
“Jeez. Thanks.”
“You’re telling me you could run the entire Waystar business?”
You roll your eyes, kicking him under the table.
“Obviously I fucking couldn’t. But at least pretend to have a little bit more faith in me.”
Your brother chuckles, leaning back in his chair.
“We’re not built for it, you and me. We’re meant for something different. Something better, Princess.”
You nod, chewing on your bottom lip.
“What about Kendall?”
“What about him?”
“I feel like we’re… abandoning him.”
Rome looks solemn, suddenly, thinking about your older brother.
“He’ll come around, you know. And he’ll understand. That’s the thing about Kendall - he can’t hold a grudge to save his life. He tries, but he can’t.”
A tear rolls down your cheek, lump in your throat choking any words that try to escape.
“Hey, hey,” Roman soothes as he walks over, standing above you.
He swipes his thumb across your cheekbone, wiping away your sadness.
“He loves you more than anything, you know.”
You shake your head, so your brother doubles down.
“He does. You’ve always been his favourite. He’d do anything for you - anything at all. He’s mad because you and Stewy kept a secret from him, not because you’re together. Trust me.”
“He looked at me that day like he hated me.”
“He couldn’t hate you if he tried. He’s just… emotionally unavailable. Everyone knows this.”
“I miss him,” you whisper, lip trembling. “I miss my brother.”
You’re taken aback by how much you miss Kendall, suddenly. You miss him so much more than you miss Logan, or your Mom.
“Give him time. That’s all he needs. He misses you, I know he does. But you know what he’s like when he feels betrayed. He shuts down and gets all aggressive.”
You look up at Roman, gentle smile making its way onto your face.
“When did you get so smart, huh?”
“I’ve always been smart,” he laughs. “Everyone underestimates me.”
“That they do.”
“Well, not anymore. We’re getting out.”
“We’re getting out,” you repeat, finally allowing yourself to feel happiness at the prospect. “We’re gonna get the fuck out.”
“Talk to Stewy about selling your shares and let me know what he says. The sooner, the better.”
“I will. I’m excited, Rome. The world is our oyster.”
“Me too,” he chuckles, ruffling your hair. “We’ll go to the funeral, and then we’ll never have to see any of those assholes ever again.”
“I can’t wait to not have to look at Karl’s stupid fucking face every day.”
Roman keels over laughing, wheezing as he clutches his stomach. You’re crying with laughter too, both of you lighter and freer than you’ve ever been.
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“You sure about this, Rome?”
“One hundred percent.”
You hug him tightly as you say goodbye, smiling when he presses a kiss into your hair.
“I’ll let you know what Stewy says tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay. See you tomorrow, Princess. Call me if you need anything.”
“You too. Anything.”
He ruffles your hair before sending you on your way, waiting at the front door to watch you go.
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“Stewy? You home?”
You drop your bags by the front door, kicking off your shoes and jacket as you do it. You’re about to yell again when he comes running around the corner, sliding across the wood floors in his socks.
“Baby.”
He breathes it, as if he can’t believe you’re really standing in front of him again.
“Missed you, Hosseini.”
You fly into his arms, burying yourself as deep as you can in his chest. His old, worn t shirt is soft and grey and smells like the love of your life and all of his memories spent at home. He tightens his grip on you, pulling you impossibly closer.
“How are you?” he asks without letting go, resting his chin on the top of your head.
“I’m okay. I’m good, actually. Really good.”
“Yeah?”
Now he pulls away to look at you, confused by the sudden change of heart. When you left to go to Roman’s a week ago, you were a shell of a woman, a little girl without a dad. Now, you’re back, brighter and more alive than ever.
“Yeah.”
You look at him, really look at him, for a moment, before taking a deep breath and saying the words you’ve been dying to say.
“Marry me, Stewy.”
He staggers back as if you’ve hit him, eyes blown wide.
“W-what?”
“Marry me.”
He inhales, exhaling shakily before stepping forward to cradle your face in his hands.
“Aren’t I supposed to be asking you that?”
“Maybe,” you laugh. “But I guess I got there first.”
“Honey, forgive me if I’m a little confused, but… you just came back after being gone for a week because your dad died and now you’re… proposing?”
“Me and Roman are leaving Waystar,” you explain. “We’re selling our shares and getting the fuck out.”
“Shit. Really?”
“Really. The only thing stopping me from leaving years ago was the fear of disappointing my dad, and now he’s gone. So… there’s nothing keeping me there. I wanna do something else. Something for me.”
“Yeah?”
He’s grinning, beaming at you from ear to ear. Light is practically pouring from him, radiating in all directions.
“Yeah,” you half yell, leaning up to press an excited kiss to his lips. “I’m done, Stewy. I’m free.”
He picks you up, wrapping his arms around you as the two of you spin. You shriek with laughter, the world blurring as it whizzes past you. Eventually he puts you down, both of you breathless.
“Life’s too short. I need to start living it.”
“I’m so proud of you,” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you so much. More than anything.”
You kiss him tenderly, gentle and sweet and filled with so much adoration.
“So, back to my original question…”
“Wait,” he interrupts, halting your speech. “Let me do this the right way.”
With that, he runs off towards the bedroom, leaving you stood in the hallway as confused as ever. You wait patiently, desperate to be privy to his plans.
When he returns, still in his pyjamas, he kisses you softly before getting down on one knee, ring box in his hand.
“Honey. You are the love of my goddamn life. I bought this ring after we’d been dating for… three months? Call me crazy, but I knew. I just knew. It was always going to be me and you. Always.”
Your hands are shaking, breath caught in your chest as you try to soak in every second of this moment.
“So…. how do you feel about becoming Mrs Hosseini?”
“I can’t think of anything I’d love more.”
“Is that a yes?”
“The biggest, most sure yes of my entire life. Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you. Yes.”
He swoops you up into his arms, kissing you with more passion than you ever thought possible. You slip your tongue into his mouth cheekily, tangling your fingers into his hair to pull him closer as he groans.
You finally pull away for air, both of you panting like you’ve just run a marathon. Your eyes well up suddenly, a tear falling without you realising.
“You okay?” he murmurs, thumbs rubbing circles into your cheekbones.
“I’m so happy,” you whisper. “I feel like today is the first day of the rest of my life.”
“So do I,” he agrees, looking down at you with so much love you it makes your knees buckle. “Baby… if you’re getting out, then I’m getting out.”
“Wait, what?”
“If you want to get out of Waystar, I’m not gonna stay. If you’re washing your hands of it, then I am too.”
“But… your money.”
“Honey, those shares don’t mean shit to me. The only thing that matters is you.”
You look at him intently for a moment, searching for any traces of doubt. All you find is pure adoration.
“Stewy?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you gonna keep that ring in the box forever?”
He throws his head back as he laughs, opening the velvet box to show you what’s inside. He slips it onto your finger with ease, the diamond sparkling perfectly on your hand.
“It’s so beautiful. I’m the luckiest person in the world, Mr Hosseini.”
“I think I have to disagree with you there, Mrs Hosseini.”
“Say it again.”
“Mrs Hosseini.”
“And again.”
He kisses you, mumbling against your lips.
“Mrs Hosseini.”
“Mhmm.”
“My wife. The prettiest girl in the world. Mrs Hosseini.”
You can’t help but grin into his mouth, buzzing with the energy of it all.
“Now, I was about to make dinner before you came home, but we can go out and celebrate if you want?”
You shake your head, snaking your arms around his neck.
“All I want right now is a night in with you - that’s all the celebration I need. Let’s make that pasta you like, and then we can watch old sitcom reruns on the couch.”
“Sounds perfect.”
Stewy slides his hand into yours, his thumb playing with the shiny band of the ring on your finger.
“It’s gonna be like this forever, you know. We get to do this for the rest of our lives.”
“It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” you breathe, resting your head on his shoulder as you make your way to the kitchen. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”
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As the sun sets through the floor to ceiling windows, you and Stewy dance across the kitchen, slipping and sliding across the tiles.
Your heart skips a beat every time your ring catches the light.
Your heart skips a beat every time you look at your fiancé.
Your heart skips a beat every time you realise that you’re not dreaming.
This is your life. And you’ve never been more excited to live it.
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March to camelot #1: Hunt
The queen and her kin enjoyed a dinner together
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noodelzmop · 3 months ago
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Check it outtt my miitopia . Um
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loveln4 · 5 months ago
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waiting, and waiting for you to make a move.
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spring-maidens · 5 months ago
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lingering in the sun
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sclappin · 5 months ago
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Having a grand time in my Dragon Age TTRPG campaign. At this point in our campaign, Finn and Ariane from Witch Hunt are tagging along.
Johanna, the human warrior, is mine. She's been covered in exploded blood crow guts for two sessions now.
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sosadraws · 5 months ago
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THE SIGNALIS FRAME-BY- FRAME ANIMATION IS OUT!!
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So, a bunch of folks drew frames from the Cinderella (2015) movie, but with Signalis characters, and here's the final result!!
Huge thanks to the organizers for letting me participate, and please make sure to check out the other's socials ✨👌💖🔥
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lavendergalactic · 1 month ago
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finally made a child for nadeem and rani!! he's such a classic 14 year old boy.... he's literally if boys will be bugs was a person....
he'll be on locket's art fight this year!!
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knowndisc · 1 year ago
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ITS SIGNALIS!!!!!!!!!! Woop woop!!!!!!
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mischievouslexington · 1 year ago
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I've made my own SIGNALIS OC: Hamerkop!!!
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joetastic2739 · 10 months ago
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"A tender moment between an empress and her bodyguard, doomed by a revolution that will turn them into enemies."
Signalis OC video requested by @CarltonBla2463
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kaiannajane · 3 months ago
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