#Kiran buddy

[oh-cool-a-burning-sword]

in light of the new FB event:

[moe-broey]

This is like. A family photo. To me.

[a-tale-of-legends]

You know. I think of all the stuff that happened in Hisui, in the end it helped Kiran understand whens a good time and place to really utilize his sarcasm and sass , and overall becoming a bit more gentle and considerate in regards to it. One of his ancestors is Adaman, sass is literally in his blood. If Kiran haven't gotten isekaied to Hisui, other than obsessing over his work and Arceus, this man would probably not be super fun to work with? Partly because his mental state if they stayed in modern Hisui would not be great( especially with the lack of sleep), and not knowing about Sakura and everything about her, yeah I think Kiran would just be a bit of a douche.

Now don't get me wrong, Kiran is still sassy and sarcastic. It's part of his humor and his way to deflect when stressed( if anyone has watched rottmnt, think Donnie from that show). That's just the Kiran Brand.....or maybe the Plum Family brand, Zora is very sassy too. But the main difference now is that Kiran is more careful. Back in Hisui, Adaman was someone Kiran greatly admired, but Kiran would end up annoying him with his little jabs and sass, and it almost came to a point where their relationship was almost broken.

[wcrstarter]

[ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender brushes receiver’s hair

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔰 // @llosgcariad

Kiran had found her in an alleyway, covered in blood--though none of it was her own. She'd had a fight mere minutes before crossing his paths, three vampires still loyal to her deceased father who'd thought themselves a match against her. It had hardly been fair--for them. The vampiress had dispatched two of them brutally, and badly wounded the third and deliberately let them go, the other vampire had known it too.

She had let them go and allowed them to live. The survivor would scamper off and likely tell whatever fool had put them up to the task, to think a mere trio of common vampires was enough to face off against an ancient such as she, let alone the fact she was from the pureblooded lines of the Elders, or even that she had once led the deathdealer armies as Viktor's general. There was only one other vampire among the covens that would prove a match, and there was no reason for Sonja or Selene to face off against one another when they had a understanding and would assist each other when asked.

A call to the deathdealers of the nearest coven had arranged for cleanup of the two she'd killed, and a promise to give a report on why. Despite not owing an explanation, she would give one. It would make it easier to ferret out if a group was trying to gather, or if a pair of idiots had come up with the ambush. Kiran, had found her moments after she'd hung up the phone and started to head back to her apartment to get cleaned up.

Despite assurances that she was fine and the blood was not hers, he'd seemed unwilling to take her word for it. So the vampiress had allowed him to accompany her home, letting him into her apartment with an offer to make himself at home while she washed off the blood with a quick shower. Sonja had various homes scattered across the world, each one more or less would have similar layouts and decorations put up. Few photos, but tokens and other little tchotchkes she'd collected over the years.

The oak coffee table in the centre of the living room had a pile of books bound together in some twine, a mix of leather covered classics and young adult novels she'd put together, an intended gift for her 'niece' Eve for the upcoming holiday season, with a half penned out letter to the girl she had been working on that morning. The persian rug on the hardwood floors was authentic, something she'd brought back from her travels at the end of the italian renaissance. If you knew where to look and what to look for, you'd find hints towards her life and the sheer length of centuries she had lived.

But for vampirism, you'd see few hints outside of the shutters on the windows and the thick blackout curtains. A smaller fridge hidden away in the kitchen held blood bags, the other fridge was kept fully stocked in case of guests. A single potted plant near a window was nightshade, in case she ever had need of the poison.

It didn't take her long to wash the blood from her skin and from her hair, she paused to throw her clothing into a hamper and give the shower stall a cursory wipe down before she emerged from the bedroom, wrapped up in a red housecoat and tugging a brush through her hair to rid herself of tangles. She'd made two passes at a stubborn knot and muttered a few curses in hungarian to herself before the brush was plucked from her grasp. Sonja blinked owlishly in surprise, regarding Kiran but holding still while he took over and brushed her hair for her. It was surprisingly intimate, and she found she couldn't remember a time in recent decades where someone else had done this for her. She'd let Eve experiment and play with her hair, but that was more an indulgence and a way to show her love as an aunt. This...this was different, someone looking after her rather than the other way around.

"I can do that myself, you know." Sonja spoke, but it was more of a token objection than an attempt to stop him. It was nice, to have someone looking after her, and concerned for her. "But thank you....."

The vampiress let out a soft sigh and let herself relax, each pass of the brush felt so soothing and the weight on her shoulders seemed lesser. Something about Kiran was different, and able to put her at ease. A rare thing these days, the covens had more issues than ever and it was impossible for her to extract herself from the war when she'd once been a catalyst for it. She was tired and wanted to rest, she knew that, but hadn't realized the scope of it before.

"Do you make a habit of this, rescuing damsels then taking them back to their towers, ensuring they're safe and sound hmn?" Sonja teased, moving a step away and weaving her hair into a loose braid to ensure all the hard work he'd put into brushing out the tangles wouldn't be lost. She looks up at him, curious what his plan was.

[imustbenuts]

Kiran is luck itself. And that luck is causing problems in FEH, an analysis. (Part 1!)

(Disclaimers first. One, I’m drop kicking my Kiran is a deity theory from this post, but elements of it will pop up bc it’s hard baked into the game now. Two, my understanding of Norse mythos is very limited and I might get some stuff wrong. Am doing my best, but if there’s any hiccups I apologize ;; also Part 2 is here.)

Luck in FEH is a big big thing.

It's in gacha, which is the core mechanic of the game, but it's in the story too. And I think this luck is causing massive fucking problems as time goes on, but specifically to Kiran as well.

In the original Norse mythos, Odin/Alfador knows the future to come. His best buddies are Loki and Thor, who together make up the Norse Trio. Surtr is meant to bring about Ragnarok, and end the world.

But something is weird in FEH's story, and we can safely say now that Ragnarok is averted or subverted after the events of Book 2 and everything that has gone on since. FEH's story has derailed so hard from Norse mythos that we can't predict anything anymore, and it's thanks to 1 Summoner allying themself with Alfonse & co.

Bc see, Kiran's real power is half from their ability to summon heroes, and other being their incredible fucking luck. In fact, here’s a brief overview of how each book was won in Askr’s and their allies’ favor real quick. (Feel free to skip over this segment under the read more if you don't need a refresher.)

Book 1: Kiran gets dropped into the world of FEH after Alfonse & co seeks out the legend behind Breidablik. Their situation immediately turns around from being helplessly invaded to invasion repelled. OoH gets fully established as a result of Kiran’s presence. Lucky them!

Book 2: OoH travels to Nifl then to Muspell, fighting against a tyrant named Surtr who is unkillable due to his Rite of Flames. Helbindi intervenes by removing the sacrifice needed for the rite, and the Order drop kicks his ass into the aether. Lucky for everyone!

Book 3: Hel invades Askr, but one of her generals, Lif, turns out to be an Alfonse from an alternate world who wasn’t so lucky and everyone died. Passing that dead Kiran’s Breidablik to our Kiran, we luckily gain the power to kill that which cannot be killed, Hel.

Book 4: Freyja seems to be keen in trapping Kiran in the dream world through a bluff, but Kiran decides not to believe in the bluff and kills her and wakes up to find that Alfonse is actually still alive. Lucky them!

Book 5: Reginn is the luckiest here, in that finding out she’s the real successor to the throne of Niðavellir. By accepting and allying herself with the OoH, they do the difficult task of killing her brothers and taking out Eitri to bring peace to Niðavellir. 

Book 6: Thanks to Kiran preventing Alfonse from cutting down Bruno all the way back in Book 1, Bruno eventually pulls off the ultimate sacrifice and helps Askr and Embla achieve peace. Lucky, but tragic.

Book 7: The Kiran we know happens to pick up a glowing Breidablik which has been +1’d and can break everyone out of a perpetual time loop. Lucky them, since the other Kirans did not make it.

So. Kiran is not winning necessarily by having incredible power. They are winning by being in the correct place, with the correct people, under the correct conditions, and having the correct power-ups.

And even if you want to argue it's about raw power, the ability to summon powerful heroes is also dictated by luck in the gacha mechanic.

In short, Kiran and whoever allies with them is surviving by sheer luck.

The problem here is that, despite preventing Surtr from causing Ragnarok, Kiran is now... effectively causing Ragnarok.

OKAY to be fair it's more like preventing a meteor from impacting the earth directly by shattering it into a billion pieces, but having to deal with the small bits and aftermath. The Ragnarok was the meteor, and while Surtr was going to be the trigger, a lot of things were already in motion long before Kiran's arrival. Askr and Embla's 'feud' for example. Taking out Surtr only seems to change the trigger and cause smaller explosions instead.

Kiran is definitely helping, but in doing so have gone from being a curious insignificant interloper to a outright formidable entity in the world of FEH. In fact, the more they seem to fix, the more things change, and the more the world reacts to their actions and accepting their presence. And also, drawing attention to them and theirs.

Which. Causes problems. More so for one guy who knows everything. Alfador.

If I were Alfador, I would be interested in paying super close attention to this cryptid the moment they landed, more so because they don't fully belong in the world of FEH.

There's some evidence of this. Loki and Thor immediately puts them on a watchlist as early as Book 1. As part of the trio, they would know some things about the prophecy, especially Loki. Since Loki LOVES chaos and fun, it's entirely possible she's very invested in Kiran's ability to fuck shit up.

Loki even seems to give Kiran and co a chance to break fate in Book 2 by letting them mess with Surtr's Rite of Flames. And once that they've proven they can, and again in Book 3 by killing death Herself, all bets are off.

Kiran. Can. Kill. Gods.

Which then kind of makes sense for what happens in Book 4. From what I can understand, it seems like 4 was a whole ploy by Freyja to keep Kiran trapped in the dreamworld through a bluff. In Book 4 chapter 15:

Freyja: I don't suppose you CAN remember what happened... If you could recall, the dream would likely collapse. Be that as it may, the truth is that this mortal you care so much for, Prince Alfonse, defeated death... And with that, He Who Created Everything, Alfaðör, has decided... Prince Alfonse could no longer be allowed to exist. A decision made by the Creator is absolute. His will is truth—and as you know, truth is inescapable. Yet here you are, fleeing... Soon you will have no choice but to accept it. Prince Alfonse is gone. You will never see him again!

The bluff itself is very interesting, since it's the first time we see the name Alfador be dropped directly in Kiran's face. It's also a hint that Freyja and Alfador may be working together, since Freyja doesn't have a real gain out of trapping Kiran in the nightmare realm aside from for the hell of it otherwise. (And maybe also to kill her brother. Is she in on it?)

PLUS, Alfador in FEH is the CREATOR. Which adds to Kiran being something he did not create, and seriously does not bloody belong in the world of FEH!

AND now in Book 7 Gullveig seems to have been brought into existence because of Kiran in... a way. It's ambiguous here but that luck works, in weird messed up ways sometimes.

So to reword this in another way...

Kiran's superpower is LUCK itself. And they are actively breaking fate with it, in doing so causing ripple effects which drastically alters events. Alterations which one Alfador may or may not like.

And the more they survive, the more gods die, the more things change, the more aggro Kiran will draw unto themself and their allies. Which means, Kiran could become a Surtr replacement in the worst case scenario, but will likely crawl out of the carnage. Through luck. Again.

So in summary....

Alfador has high blood pressure now.

Edit: a part 2 has been written!

[fluid-auras]

Just an Au Ra looking for some FFXIV buddies!

HI FFXIV Tumblr!! I'm Aster (any pronouns) and this is Kiran (she/they), my main RP character in the world of FFXIV. I'm not new to XIV or roleplaying by any means but I am out of practice and have been inactive for a few months, until now, due to health issues.

I'm looking for buddies! People to hang out with, people to do content with, people to RP with, and maybe an RPFC on Mateus too! This is a new blog and I'm just tentatively dipping my toes into the fandom again, so boosting this post would really help me to find my people again!

I post stuff about my WoLs and other OCs, and I write sometimes. I also enjoy taking screenies!

[silvyavan]

Rereading elf reincarnation arc and there's so much shit I forgot about

Vetto and Asta should've been gym buddies, possible "Clover started the 1st qlipoth" theories and elves being involved in forbidden magic since antiquity, the fact that Noelle went "They're all pieces of shit but they're my siblings" at one point, Rill being autistic coded as fuck, Vermillions Silvas and Kiran all living in the same fucking castle, Kirsch took Mimosa out to watch peasants steal(???), Charmys wolf being possibly a devil, Zagred being a cheeky hoe, Lucifero leaving his shit in the Clover Kingdom castle (???), Some elf twink exposition

Rereading shit is glorious

[pepperonibread]

NPC Dialogue for Kiran and Jessie

@sanddusted-wisteria inspired me and I finally got around to doing this. I was just going to do Kiran but I figured I would throw in a few lines for Jessie too because, I mean, it's Jessie and I feel like people like him a lot more than Kiran. Rightfully so. This is all cheese and kind of makes fun of them but I also kind of love it?

KIRAN:

Intro: “Hey. I'm Kiran. People around here think I'm kind of a big deal. Can't imagine why, though. You're a builder too? Huh. Lots of those around recently.”

Acquaintance:

How's it going? Find anything weird in the ruins lately?

Hey, you haven't seen a ring lying around in the sand have you? No? Okay. No reason...

Sometimes the best thing you can do is zone out. Yeah, that's exactly what I'm doing right now.

Sorry, did you say something? I wasn't paying attention.

Buddy:

So you're from Highwind too, huh? You know that ruin down by the beach? That obscene drawing on the wall in there? Yeah, that was me. Pretty funny, huh?

Well you see, I lost my wrench about three days ago. Do you mind if I borrow yours?

Best tip when Cooper goes on a rant? Stare directly at his forehead and just wait it out.

If you're every behind on commissions, try spreading out everything one thing at a time. If that doesn't work, you're probably in the wrong profession...Maybe I'm in the wrong profession...?

Everyone here is really friendly. It is kind of off-putting at first, cause everyone wants to know your business and all that. Everyone's gotta talk to you every day and ask how you're doing. By the way, how're you doing?

Good Friend:

If you find any weird bones in the ruins, you should show my brother Jessie. He studied anthropology. What? Wrong thing? I'll admit I have no idea what it means either.

My mom keeps sending me letters about what's going on while I'm not home. Truthfully, I think she just likes to put her inner thoughts on paper. Ever heard of journaling, Ma?

I broke a guitar string last night. Sometimes you can really get into it, ya know?

Hey, I know I've asked you a dozen times, but if you see a ring in the sand anywhere - please return it ASAP.

Sandstorm: Whatever you do, don't look up. Or down. Or sideways. You know what, just stay inside. What am I doing out here? Builds character.

Rain: Oh man, my boots are gonna get all sandy and muddy!

Player has a new haircut: Lookin' good, builder. I can fix up those bangs if you want. Hm? Yeah sure. I know how.

Player has panda eyes: I see I am not the only one who stares at the ceiling all night.

Player cuts a tree in front of Kiran: Listen, I'll mind my own business if you promise not to tell on me when you see me do that!

Player attacks Kiran with a weapon: Whoa! Nice aim. Let's just try to keep it away from my ankles, yeah?

Birthday: My birthday is the 6th of Spring. But my mother always said it was cold and rainy when I was born. You know what? I haven't seen my birth certificate in a few years...

Day of the Bright Sun: When I was little Jessie convinced me that we were supposed to stare into the sun as long as possible on this holiday...You can imagine how that went.

Showdown at High Noon: Don't take this the wrong way, but I hope you've been practicing. Me? No, I haven't really, but I'm still pretty confident I can take you down.

Day of Memories: People around here can get a bit somber this time of the year. I'm just worried I'll see that weird ghost lady...Kinda the same thing?

Tour de Rock: I tried a glider in Highwind when I was a teen. That was the day I learned that extreme sports ain't for me.

Running of the Yakmel: The only thing these beasts are good for is tipping. Don't believe me? What do you mean you're going to tell Coop?

Winter Solstice: Dancing I'm not a fan of. But the drinking? That I can get behind.

Loved gifts:

Gold ring: YOU FOUND IT? Peach's left nut! I was about to tear my kitchen sink apart!

Intoxicating Dream: It's no Highwinds Finest, but it'll do.

Liked gifts:

Clothing: I keep telling myself I got to wear anything other than these jeans. Guess I'm not the only one who thinks that.

Liked dishes (sweets): Oh man, you don't wanna see me with a sugar rush but I don't really have the heart to say no because that looks REALLY good.

Tools or Materials: Thanks! Now I have two of these!

Neutral gifts: Huh. Thanks. I'll make sure I don't lose this in a drawer somewhere.

Disliked gifts: Umm, not a big fan.

Hated gifts: Is this a joke?

Complimenting appearance: Thanks! I don't really take the time to really put myself together, so it's nice to hear that someone notices I guess.

Complimenting work: Heh. It's just what I do. People complain I'm too modest about it. But it gives me something to do, at least.

Complimenting personality: What about it? My ability to go on about a random topic or my ability to provide a story of my own every time you tell one?

Asked about her past:

It's not something I really like to bring up. I had to...leave something behind a few years ago. But we all make mistakes, right? What matters is how we move on from them...Or distract ourselves enough.

My pop was a member of The Flying Pigs. He was really good at it too. But one day before I was born he got half is leg blown off by Duvos on a mission. He...well, rightfully never got over it.

My brother and I fight a lot. One time I broke his nose. The other day, I was THIS close to knocking his teeth out. But he's a pretty great dude.

I never knew how much I liked a sunset until I moved here. It's kind of one of those things you have to stop and look at when you catch it, don't you think?

Asked about work:

I don't think I'm the best at what I do, even though everyone around here seems to think otherwise. But this community is strange, an neurotic, and apparently incapable of constructing stable water towers.

Asked what she likes to do:

My dad taught me how to play guitar when I was really little. Every time I wanna wind down, I pick it up and play some of the things he taught me. We don't get along that much anymore, but we'll always have that I guess.

I really like hanging out with horses. Sometimes even more than people. Twister doesn't like a lot of people, so I guess he and I are a perfect match.

It's easy to get distracted, but even harder at finding the perfect distraction when you WANT to be distracted. That being said, if you know of any good distractions that involve looking for UFO's or causing havoc in some way, let me know.

JESSIE:

Intro: Hey pal. What brings you here? You're a builder? That's cool. I'm Jessie. Make sure you don't go messing with my sister - just kidding, mess with her all you want. I encourage it.

Acquaintance:

Not enough people take their shirts off around here when it get's hot out....What? Why are you looking at me like that?

You seen Kiran around? If you do, remind her to eat something. Or not. I can't control what you do.

Don't mind me. I'm just debating if I should go running now or later.

Buddy:

The people of Sandrock certainly have...interesting personalities. Not saying that's a bad thing, but I'm not saying it's a good thing either.

I would highly advise against running in the open desert. Mirages are real. If you see a giant purple chicken, you probably should turn back. Trust me.

Good Friend:

Rian lives the life I wish I had. Not worrying about a thing. Slacking off from work. Must be nice not to worry about things all the time at every given moment - anyway, what are you up too?

If I had made it into The Flying Pigs I would have been a pilot. Say, how much would it cost me to commission a plane from you? You know what...forget it.

You didn't hear it from me, but Zeke has a 'secret garden' up at the farm, if ya catch my drift...

Sandstorm: Oh, please! I used to go out running in all types of weather!

Rain: If you're going to make a wet t-shirt comment, do it now before I get too self conscious.

Player has a new haircut: My mom used to cut my hair. It was...well, she should stick to being a chiropractor.

Player has panda eyes: Light! What is with people not sleeping around here? Is it the desert air or something?

Player cuts a tree in front of Jessie: The better man in me tells me I should tell on you, but the better man in me doesn't want to deal with talking to Burgess.

Player attacks Jessie with a weapon: Hey! Watch it!

Birthday: Birthday? Mine? It's the 5th of Winter. Yikes, I'm getting old.

Day of the Bright Sun: Did Kiran tell you the story already about what I told her when she was a kid? Ha!

Showdown at High Noon: Hey, I'm all for knocking people out if they deserve it, especially Logan. You wanna place a bet?

Day of Memories: I was out on the cliffside today and saw some weird lady out there. Don't worry, she disappeared right after I talked to her - wait.

Tour de Rock: These people will do anything dangerous about half a dozen times, huh?

Running of the Yakmel: You go ahead. I'll just watch.

Winter Solstice: Another year has passed, builder. I'm not one to make resolutions or anything, I'm just here for the food.

Complimenting appearance: Huh. Well, thanks. People say I look a lot like my dad...you know, minus the missing let part.

Complimenting work: Not many people understand what I do. I don't blame them. If you think people are weird now, just imagine what they were like in the Old World! Whole bunch of weirdos.

Complimenting personality: Wow, at least SOMEBODY appreciates my sense of humor.

Asked about his past:

I wanted to join The Flying Pigs after my old man. I trained every day for a long time - just to totally flunk the entrance exam. That's just the way it goes sometimes.

I went to Atara University and got a degree in Anthropology. I didn't know what to pick when I was enrolling, so I picked that.

Asked about work:

I study a lot of relics to try and learn what people were like in the old world. Although, most of my research focuses on old music. It doesn't really benefit the advancement of the modern world according to Qi, but at least people have new stuff to listen to on the radio.

Asked what he likes to do:

Break hearts. Take names. Make no promises. Just kidding, I like stargazing and playing guitar.

[artzychic27]

Marc: Kiran, do you know how this car got in here?

Kiran: Yes, I do.

Marc: How?

Kiran: Through the window.

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Sabrina: Your sister is such a tattle-tale.

Zoé: I am not and I'm telling you said that.

—

Simon: Gee, your hair smells like melon. What are you using?

Denise: Oh, it's this new product called 'Gee, Your Hair Smells like Melon.'

—

Nino: Adrien, it's finally happened! He's cleaning liquid soap!

Ivan: Don’t be silly. I’m just cleaning my rubber gloves.

Nino: Ivan, there's no shame in therapy.

—

Mme. Bustier: Okay guys. Lets pick a name for our new classroom puppy. Chloé do you have a name for the puppy?

Chloé: Yes I do. Chloé.

Alya: That's your name.

Chloé: I like my name.

Kim: I have the perfect name. Mr. Dog!

Alix: Mr. Dog? Kim, when you have a kid someday what are you going to name it? Mr. Baby?

Kim: Not if its a girl.

Myléne: I think we should name him something that fits his personality. Like... Puddles.

Nino: I have the perfect name! Comet. Because he's fast and he has a tail.

Nathaniel: And he only hits the newspaper once every 76 years.

—

Ismael: I never had them and I never will. I'm immune to chicken pox.

Cosette: You can't be immune to chicken pox!

Ismael: Ever kid in my school had them but me. I guess when you're an awesome physical specimen like my own bad self, germs take one look at my body and say, 'Hey, why waste our time?'

Reshma: Women say the same thing.

—

Chat Noir: M’lady, I have a question. What's a boy ladybug called?

Ladybug: *thinks for a moment* Confused.

—

Denise: Papá, with all respect, you can't send me to my room now. I'm a married enby.

Flavio: No you're not.

Simon: Dad-

Flavio: Please don't call me that!

Simon: What is it you do?

Flavio: I co-own a cafe.

Simon: I will study hard...and when you die, I will take over the family business.

Flavio: … I will never die.

—

*Adrien and Félix walk in dressed exactly alike*

Nino: Whoa! Freaky! Try to tell 'em apart!

Félix: You'll never guess, losers.

Marinette: Ohhh this is a toughie, but I bet that the real Félix is the one that just called us losers. And you are Adrien.

Adrien: Aw nuts.

Félix: Aw hoo..

Nino: Bless you

—

Marc: *Putting Kiran to bed* Don't shake your head. Your story is read. Now, you must go to bed. To bed, I said.

Alyssa: Honey, you really gotta cut back on the Dr. Suess.

—

Denise: I'm older.

Cerise: I'm younger.

Denise: I’m taller.

Cerise: I'm shorter.

Denise: I'm smarter.

Cerise: I'm... not falling for that.

—

Lacey: Dude, lots of babies are bald.

Jean: Not me. When I was born, the doctor smacked my butt and gave me a blow dryer.

—

Mme. Mendeleiv: Kissing a girl who smokes is like kissing an ash tray.

Mme. Bustier: What ash tray have you been kissing?

Mme. Mendeleiv: My Aunt Ida. I mean I love her, but she smokes so much, her Dalmatian is all black.

—

Louis: *after looking in refrigerator* This fridge is a joke! No Ding-Dongs, no Ho-Ho's, no Nutty Buddy's... it's bone-dry!

Nathaniel: I have raisins.

Louis: I'm allergic to raisins. My lips blow up and I can't talk when I eat raisins!

Nathaniel: ...raisins it is then!

—

Ivan: *After Kim walks in wearing drag* Kim’s a girl.

Max: No, he's a women.

Alix: An ugly women.

—

Austin T: Jean here is a Shakespeare freak. Aren't you, my little Hamlet-and-cheese?

Jean: *embarrassed* Whatever.

Austin B: Jean, you're into Shakespeare?

Austin T: Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Austin Q: … Wow, Jean, I had no idea you had such a sensative soul.

Jean: … Whatever.

—

Lacey: You two think you're so cute.

Evan: Don't worry.

Jeremy: Be happy!

Lacey: Oh no! You two ARE so cute!

—

Ivan: When I was a kid, the kids used to tease me. They called me 'Zorba the Geek.'

Kim: *laughs hysterically, then grows serious when he sees the killer look on Ivan’s face* Kids can be so cruel.

—

Marinette Chloé said she heard a strange noise outside, but if you ask me, it's a desperate plea for attention.

Sabine: Marinette, stop watching Oprah and start doing your homework.

—

Cosette: Are you gonna cook the baby?

Yvette: We're changing her diaper.

Cosette: Oh, then how do you roast a turkey?

—

Denise: … I want to look like these models.

Simon: Why?

Denise: Because they're pretty!

Simon: I think you're pretty.

—

M. Monlataing: I'm calling children's services to handle this.

Alix: Why?

M. Monlataing: Because if I don't, I'm going over there to straighten him out myself!

—

Adrien: That's it. Loosen up, be very fluid. Be very fluid-y. That's it! Now... once you get it going, you shift the weight and you go. *starts walking* And it's a strut, and it's cool, and it's a strut, and it's cool. See? Like that?

Steve Urkel: Very inspiring. *tries to walk, but instead of a strut, he walks sidways on his toes bouncing highly*

Adrien: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. That's, uh, that's close.

Steve Urkel: Really? Well, oh. Well, that was a walk on the wild side. But, you should ty it with your elbows out. It's much better for circulation.

Adrien: Oh, really? Like this? *sticks elbows out*

Steve Urkel: Yeah. *Adrien starts to walk*!You're doing fine.

Adrien: You, know? I do feel the blood flowing better. It's very - WHAT AM I DOING?

Steve Urkel: Well, here's another fun way to kill time. Let's share a life story. I'll go first. I was born on a cold night in Chicago, 1976, the year of America's bicenntinal. My mom was in a great deal of pain and I was charging through! And...

Adrien: Uh! I think I hear the girls in the courtyard. Why, don't you just go and... yeah. Right in the courtyard area.

—

Nathaniel: Hey! You girls are the ones who drilled a peep hole in the boys’ locker room!

Rando Girl: Yeah, and you're the reason we plugged it up, backne!

Nathaniel: The peep hole works both ways, Zit Butt!

—

Alya: *to Tom and Sabine* My mother would never let me go to a boy's apartment unsupervised, what kind of parents are you?

—

Alim: *Knocks on the door* Alix, are you in there?

Alix: Yeah one sec, dad! *clears off pillows off of her bed, and pushes Nathaniel under the covers*

Nathaniel: *Drunk* Wassup, Alix?

Alix: Nath, we're going to play a little game okay? Whoever stays quietest the longest gets to lipwrestle with the captain of the soccer team!

Nathaniel: Goal!

—

Simon: Did you happen to get a picture of the front of the horse too?

Austin A: This happens to be one of my relatives. If you wanna see yours, you could go rent "Gorillas in the Mist."

[msweebyness]

Class of Heroes AU: Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?

And here it is! The second in my series of songfics, and was this a punch in the feels to write, lemme tell ya! Artzy, this one goes out to you! As always, credit to @imsparky2002 and @artzychic27! Special thanks to Sparky for helping me with some of the dialogue! Our tale begins just a few months after the tragic deaths of Queen Penny and Queen Alyssa of Arendelle…

A solemn and mournful feeling hung in the air in the palace of Arendelle. The deaths of their beloved queens, just months before, still weighed heavily on the hearts of everyone in the palace.

The servants in the grand hall looked up as four-year-old Prince Kiran darted past them, no doubt heading for his older brother’s bedroom. Hesitantly, they smiled. Perhaps some fun would lift the spirits of both boys.

Stopping outside one of the large windows in the hall, Kiran gasped excitedly when he saw the snow falling from the sky, before racing to his brother’s door.

“Marc?”

Kiran knocked on the door in the special beat he and Marc had come up with as a sort of passcode. Practically bouncing on his heels, he asked…

Do you wanna build a snowman?

Come on, let's go and play!

The large mounds of snow outside were perfect for some winter fun, and Kiran just knew that a day of sledding and snow angels would cheer the both of them up.

I never see you anymore

Come out the door!

It's like you've gone away…

With a sad expression suddenly overtaking his features, Kiran slumped downward, sitting with his back against the door.

We used to be best buddies

And now we're not.

I wish you would tell me why!

It had been over a month since he and Marc had last played together, and Kiran missed his brother terribly. Why wouldn’t Marc come out of his room? Had Kiran done something wrong?

Do you wanna build a snowman?

It doesn't have to be a snowman...

Kiran pressed his eye up to the keyhole, trying to see what his brother was up to in there.

“N-Not now, Kiran.”, came Marc’s quiet and hesitant reply. The younger prince slumped sadly and turned to walk away from the door.

“Okay, bye...”

Sitting, looking out over the kingdom, that evening, the elder prince of Arendelle jumped back in fright as his windowsill was suddenly coated in a thick layer of ice under his hands.

Alarmed, Marc called for Su-Han, the chief Royal Advisor, who came in bearing a solemn expression. He opened an ornate wooden box, revealing it to contain a pair of dark gloves made of a thick fabric the boy didn’t recognize.

“Put these gloves on. They will help you to control it.”, he said sternly, and Marc quickly obeyed. To the prince’s relief, the gloves seemed to work to stop his magic.

“Conceal it…”, the old advisor prompted. Marc knew what came next, it was an old rhyme meant to help him withhold his magic.

“Don't feel it.”

“Don’t let it show.”, the two finished together. Su-Han nodded, before his solemn expression turned deadly serious.

“Now, you must NEVER take these off. You could KILL someone with that power if you're not careful.”, he told the young prince coldly. With a frightened expression, Marc nodded.

“O-ok. I promise.”

Two years passed since that night, and young Prince Kiran, now six, was once again racing to his brother’s room! Maybe Marc would come out to play today. They had been sharing meals together as of late, after all! Sure, he sat at one of the long table and Marc at the other, and they didn’t really talk, but it was something!

Kiran knocked the cheerful beat of their secret code in Marc’s door, before he asked the question he did about every two days or so.

Do you wanna build a snowman?

Or ride our bike around the halls?

I think some company is overdue

I've started talking to the pictures on the walls!

Kiran was honestly starting to go mad with no one to play with! So he hoped with all his heart that this would be the day Marc would say yes!

It gets a little lonely

All these empty rooms

The servants all just went about their business, mostly keeping to themselves, leaving Kiran to wander the halls of the enormous palace with nothing much to do but stare at the time passing.

Just watching the hours tick by...

The young prince flopped down in front of the large grandfather clock in one of the various sitting rooms of the palace, making ticking sounds with his tongue against his teeth.

Meanwhile….

Sitting on the floor of his bedroom, surrounded by jagged ice stalagmites, tears running down his cold cheeks, was Prince Marc. Looking up, he met the angry, cold and disapproving gaze of Su-Han.

“I-I didn't mean to do it...it-it's getting stronger, no matter what I do...”, Marc stammered out, the icy spires growing larger as he curled in on himself.

“Getting upset makes it worse. Calm down, now.”, the elder man said sternly, making a motion to grab the prince, who jumped back in panic.

“NO! Don't touch me! I don't wanna hurt you!”, he cried, as he took tentative steps back toward the wall. Su-Han shook his head with a look of disappointment.

“You'll only ever hurt people if you don't learn to control yourself and your emotions. THIS is why you can't see your brother. Why the people of the kingdom can't know what you are.”

Trembling, Marc looked at the man, pleading for any answers he could give.

“Wh-what can I do? How do I fix this?”

His expression turning solemn as stone once again, Su-Han answered:

“You must learn to keep your power sealed away inside you at all times, and at any cost. You must master discipline and control, and until you do that, you MUST remain isolated. With this magic of yours, it's simply too dangerous.”

Marc looked at the man in utter despair. At this rate, he would spend the rest of his life alone in this room! And Kiran…

“Just... let Kiran keep seeing me for meals, please? I'lI wear the gloves. I'll stay far away, I won’t even speak. Please, I…I just need to know he's ok!”, Marc pleaded, feeling his spirit start to break once more.

“Once I see proof of you improving, we'll discuss it.”

Another two years passed, and a letter arrived at the palace of Arendelle. The elder prince had been invited to attend the prestigious Francois Preparatory Academy! He would be leaving in only a day’s time. Eight-year-old Prince Kiran now walked solemnly down the hall, having just spoken with Advisor Su-Han.

“There is something…very wrong with your brother. He is going away to get it fixed.”

And so Kiran found himself, yet again, in front of Marc’s door, giving three solemn knocks, unable to even muster their special code.

Marc, please I know you're in there

People are asking where you've been…

Gossip was spreading through the kingdom about the reclusive elder prince. Kiran didn’t believe any of the ridiculous stories the village folk came up with, but he longed to know what was actually going on with his brother. What was this “terrible illness” that made Marc isolate himself?

They say, "Have courage," and I'm trying to

I'm right out here for you

Just let me in

Kiran wondered if his brother felt the same sadness he did. It had been years since they had a proper conversation. If they could even spend a moment together, perhaps this rift between them could heal. The deaths of their mothers had hit them both so hard, but they still had each other. If only Marc would open this door…

We’ve only had each other

Now, you’re about to leave…

What am I gonna do?

Even if he rarely ever saw Marc nowadays, just the assurance that he was there was one of the few things that got Kiran through each day. Now, he wouldn’t even have that…

Do you wanna build a snowman?

When he received no response from his older brother, Kiran pushed himself to his feet and walked down the hall to his own room, tears slipping from his silvery eyes.

On the other side of the heavy oaken door, Prince Marc stood with head against the ice-coated wood, tears of his own sliding down his frigid cheeks.

Kiran, I know you're out there…

I hear you every day

Four long years, he had listened to his brother, asking him to spend some time together, his heart breaking a little more with each time he had to refuse. He missed Kiran more than anything.

I want to tell you everything, I really wish…

That I could say…

As far as Kiran knew, Marc had a terrible sickness that required him to stay away from everyone, for their own safety. He longed more than anything to tell him the truth, to let him know that the last thing he wanted was to push his little brother away like this.

I want to be beside you! To help you through…

If only he could just have a moment with his brother, he would give him a hug and tell him that everything was going to be alright. But Su-Han would never allow that, and perhaps he was right in feeling that way. Marc never forgot the…accident for a moment.

Believe me I need you too…

I want to build a snowman…

Marc sank down to sit with his back to the door, burying his head in his knees as a fresh swell of tears overtook him, the ice around him spreading even further.

‘Goodbye, Kiran. I promise I’ll come back better for you…’

I’m not crying, YOU’RE CRYING! Anyway, there it was folks! LMK what you thought in comments and reblogs! Oh, FYI, Marc’s part is Elsa’s Reply by Elsie Lovelock on YouTube!

Link: https://youtu.be/MutnK1UbdRk

Coming up next in this series is Zero to Hero! Keep and eye out! Love and hugs!

[asterouslyaesthetic]

my new summer dream alt is now jeralt in a fishing get up but like at the beach. i don't know if there are fishes at the beach but he's shirtless and he has four+ kids and their little gremlin brain buddies

and he's teaching them all how to fish. i don't know how to fish but i know that one of the shezes gets tired and decides they'll catch fishes with their bare hands and the other shez also thinks it's a good idea

so the same gender byleth shoves them in the water because they're being loud and because that's what they've been told is done at the beach, probably by claude or sylvain or even sothis

so the shez that fell drags them into the water so they drag opposite gender byleth in and jeralt gets soaked from head to toe

and just as he's about to scold them for making a mess and tell them to control their gremlins because they're arguing in the background, he hears this familiar laughter that takes him way back

he turns around,

and his wife is there, also dressed for the occasion.

next to flayn, who heard about the fishing so she came along, who is next to her overprotective dad who is curious about rhea's daughter, next to cyril who seteth brought along because he knows rhea would love it if they got along but also know that she knows nothing about communication, who is currently standing in front of rhea hiding in the bushes, trying to figure out how to approach her daughter

turns out kiran summoned her but she wasn't sure how to approach byleth so she spent her time asking around about them and making everyone promise not to breath a word about it

jeralt and sitri kiss and everyone lives happily after

(and sothis shoves arval into the water, only to be dragged down as well

byleth has no sympathy for her fate)

[rowansparrow]

The Light Between Oceans: Chapter Five

**This series is rated 18+, Minors do NOT interact or you will be blocked**

Summary: You and the rest of the rebels begin to settle in to the Mandalorian tribe.

Chapter Rating: Teen

Warnings: Mentions of character death, grief, some graphic description.

Ships: Rex x Female!Reader, Fives x Male!OC, Fives x Female!OC

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: Sorry this is a day late! Hopefully it was worth the wait. :) 

Regular updates come every Saturday.

Thank you very much to @djarrex and @witchklng for their various contributions to this work. I couldn’t have done it without either of you.

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Reblogs are so appreciated!

The meal in the great hall was simple, just bread and vegetable soup, but after the ordeal you’d been through, it tasted like the food of gods.  

You and Rex took turns eating, carefully swapping Calder between you and being cautious not to wake him as you both hungrily ate your fill.

“He’s got to be starving.” You fretted, looking down at the boy when Rex took his turn holding him.

“He’ll be alright for a bit longer, he’s still sleeping.” Rex replied. “Eat.”

“I guess it’s a blessing that loud noises don’t bother him.” You said over the chatter in the great hall. “I don’t think an ordinary baby could sleep through this.”

Rex hummed, nodding in agreement and taking another bite of his own stew, balancing Calder in his other arm.

You glanced further down the table, spotting Fives with Athena and Kiran. Fives had Kiran on his lap, and he was trying to spoon stew into his mouth while Kiran adamantly refused it. Athena just stared blankly down into her bowl, exhaustion coating her features. 

“Do you have Calder for a bit?” You asked Rex. 

The Captain nodded, glancing up at you as you stood, heading further down the table to check on Fives and Athena. 

“-to eat, buddy.” Fives coaxed. “Please, just a little bit.” 

“I don’t wanna.” Kiran mumbled, rubbing at his eyes. “I’m tired.” 

“I know, but you haven’t eaten all day.” Fives said quietly. “Just a little, for me?” 

“Do you want me to take him for a bit?” You offered, putting a hand on Fives’ shoulder. 

“You’ve got your hands full as it is.” Fives replied gruffly, shrugging you off. 

“So do you.” You replied. “Fives, let me help you.” 

“I don’t want your pity.” Fives finally turned to look at you, a familiar fire behind his eyes. You frowned, but retreated, giving Athena a sympathetic look that she didn’t return. She barely even acknowledged you.

When you and Rex finished eating, you trudged sleepily to the living quarters in the mines. There were several small rooms built into the mineshafts, each one holding a bed, a small nightstand, and a chest for personal effects. The one you and Rex had been placed in also had a small floating pram for Calder stationed next to the bed.

“That was kind of them.” Rex said of the pram, running his fingers over it absently while you shut the makeshift door behind you. The room was very small, cramped enough that you and Rex had to step around each other to move, but you were both too exhausted to care. It was safe, it was warm, and it wasn’t infested with Imperials.

“I grabbed some clothes for you, along with some baby clothes we’d saved for Calder.” Rex said, shrugging his pack off his shoulder and fumbling through it. “Though, he’s so small, I’m not sure anything will fit him, yet.”

As if on cue, there was a soft knock at the door. Rex paused, opening it cautiously. In the doorway stood another armored Mandalorian, though this one was considerably shorter than the others you’d seen.

“Hello,” a young girl’s modulated voice echoed through the helmet. It seemed big on her. “We gathered some supplies for you, for your infant. We hope it’ll do for now. Mother Kitsu sends her regards.” She offered Rex a large bag. Rex took it slowly, peeking inside. Cloth diapers, clothing, a bottle, and other things filled the bag to the brim.

Rex swallowed past the growing lump in his throat. “Thank you.”

The girl nodded once, and turned abruptly, wandering away back down into the catacombs of the living quarters.

Rex shut the door again, immediately getting one of the diapers and a little grey onesie out of the bag, motioning for Calder. You swapped him, instead going through the bag while Rex dressed his son for the first time. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as the baby started to fuss.

“Shh, it’s alright Calder.” Rex said aloud, and then corrected himself, pressing a finger to his lips in a shushing motion, and then signing “It’s okay, I love you.”

Calder only cried louder, and Rex finished dressing him quickly, passing him back to you. “He’s probably hungry.”

You nodded, taking him at once while Rex resumed pawing through the bag of supplies and his own pack, carefully unloading things into the chest at the foot of your bed. Calder quieted down once he began to eat, and you stroked his cheek gently, exhaustion creeping through your body as your wound from his birth began to ache all over again.

Rex paused where he was unpacking the two bags, holding up a small stuffed tooka with royal blue and purple patchwork. “Look at this.”

“Give it here.” You said as Calder finished eating. You adjusted your clothing, burping him and then cradling him gently in your arms, taking the tooka from Rex. “Look, Calder.” You cooed, holding the tooka where he could see it. “Look at what Daddy found for you.”

Calder blinked sleepily up at the tooka, one of his little hands grabbing onto its ear and squeezing tightly. Rex chuckled, looking at him over your shoulder.

“I love you.” Rex signed to him, then repeated the motion, this time bringing his hand to his forehead first. “Daddy loves you.”

You smiled, tilting your head up to kiss Rex, leaning back against him. “Do you want to hold him for a bit?”

“Of course.” Rex said immediately, already reaching for him. He paused for a moment, drawing his hands back and instead quickly taking his shirt off. “I read that skin-to-skin contact is better for a baby.” He said, eagerly reaching for Calder again. You carefully passed Calder over, and Rex immediately leaned back on the bed, letting Calder lay against his chest.

“That’s it.” Rex soothed, stroking his hands down Calder’s back. “That’s it, little one. I’ve got you.”

You smiled, shifting to the other side of the bed and propping yourself up on one arm, watching as Rex held Calder.

“Do you want to try signing to him?” Rex asked, tilting his head back to look at you.

“I don’t know any other than what you showed me this morning.”

“This one is Mama.” Rex brought his thumb to rest against his chin, his fingers splayed out in a five. “You can say ‘Mama loves you’ now.”

You hesitated, not wanting to make a mistake, but you cautiously scooted to where Calder could see you. You waited for his soft brown eyes to land on you, wide with curiosity, and you smiled.

“Mama loves you.” You signed, making sure to go slow so he could see each movement. He watched your fingers dance, smacking his little lips together before he turned his face into Rex’s chest, his tiny hands balling up into fists.

“I don’t think he liked it very much.” You said, lowering your hand.

“He’s just not used to anything yet. He’s learning.” Rex replied with a chuckle. “Calder. My sweet boy, can you look at Daddy?” Rex sat up, shifting his grip so Calder was in the crook of his arm, and he signed again. “Mama loves you. Daddy loves you.”

“We need to practice more.” You said, brushing your fingers over Calder’s head as he yawned.

“We will.” Rex promised, booping Calder’s nose with one finger. “Give him time. He’s still so little.”

“I know.” You said softly. “I’m just… I want him to be able to understand us.”

“He will. We just need to give him time.” Rex repeated, bringing Calder close and kissing his forehead, then both his chubby cheeks. “We’ll be alright.”

You smiled, tucking your head against Rex’s shoulder and watching your son on his chest.

“Yeah.” You whispered back. “We’ll be alright.”

~

Fives, Athena, and Kiran had all been assigned to one room, and the three of them trudged back to it after trying to eat. None of them could stomach much food, and Kiran kept nodding off over his bowl.

Now, Fives carried the child in his arms while Athena led the way down the hall, guiding them to their room.

“This is the one.” She mumbled, pushing the door open and stepping inside. There was a bed and a small rollaway cot in the center of the room, with the same small nightstand and chest that outfitted all the rooms in the living quarters.

“Must be pretty cramped if they’re bunking people together.” Athena commented. She glanced up at Fives. “Are you okay to stay here? I can ask -.”

“’s fine.” Fives muttered, scooting past her to put Kiran on the cot. The toddler didn’t stir, and Fives tucked him in gently, brushing his hair out of the child’s eyes for a moment before straightening back up. “You think they’ve got ‘freshers down here?”

“I heard them saying something about it being at the end of the hallway.” Athena replied. “I guess each hall has its own designated refresher block.”

Fives scrubbed his hands over his face, dragging his hands slowly down his cheeks. “I think I’m gonna shower.” He mumbled around his hands. “I’ve still got – kriff it all, I’ve got his blood under my fingernails.”

“I’ve got a change of clothes for you.” Athena offered. “The Mandalorians, they gave us some clothes.”

Fives thanked her quietly, taking the clothes and straightening back up. “You and Kiran okay here for a bit?”

She nodded, rubbing Kiran’s back as he slept. “Go.” She told him gently. “We’ll be here when you’re ready.”

Fives tapped his knuckles against the door for a moment, inhaling slowly before at last stepping out into the hallway.

The refreshers weren’t hard to find. Athena had been right, a shower block had been set up at the end of each row of rooms, and Fives found his way quickly into one of the stalls. The water ran cold for several minutes before finally becoming moderately lukewarm, but Fives barely cared. He stood under the spray, the cool water easing some of the burn from his still-injured leg. The bacta and salves the Mandalorians had given him acted quickly, and Fives moved only with a slight limp, cautious of putting weight on the injured leg.

He closed his eyes, letting the water roll down his face as he scrubbed at his skin, trying to erase any traces of Quill’s blood from his body. He scraped at the undersides of his fingernails, watching as swirls of copper dripped off him and vanished down the drain. Was it his blood? Was it Quill’s? He’d bled so much himself, it was difficult to tell.

The water shut off on its own, and Fives sighed softly. He should’ve known the water would be rationed in a place like this. He’d gotten complacent, spoiled by the unlimited water at Quill’s home on Dantooine. He missed the water.

He stood there for several minutes, until his skin was covered in gooseflesh and his body had begun to tremble from the cool bite of the mine’s air filtration system. He ran his shaking hands through his hair, his fingers catching on the tangles and knots at the ends where it was growing longer.

Reluctantly, Fives finally stepped out of the refresher, dressing and glancing at the mirror above the sinks.

His eyes looked sunken, rimmed in red. He hadn’t shaved in a few days, so a patchy beard was beginning to grow around his goatee. He sighed softly, running a hand down his face and looking back in the mirror.

Quill was standing right over his shoulder, blood dripping from his eyes and mouth.

“Darling.”

Fives gasped, whipping around only to find nothing there. He panted quietly, pressing against the counter and looking around the empty refresher. He swallowed roughly, dragging his hand over his eyes again and abruptly left the room, keeping his head down as he went back into the hallway.

When he made it back to his room, a Mandalorian was just closing the door.

“Oh, hello.” The Mandalorian bowed his head respectfully. “I was just dropping off some clothes for the rest of your family.”

“My family?” Fives echoed.

“Yes, your wife and son. We found some spare clothing, so I was just -.”

“She’s not my wife.” The venom in his voice shocked even Fives. “And he’s not my son.”

“Oh.” The Mandalorian replied quietly. “Forgive me, then. I’ve dropped some clothes off for you as well.” He bowed again, making a quick exit as Fives threw open the door.

“I’m going to sleep on the Cord.” He announced.

“What?” Athena asked, sitting up slightly from where she had laid back on the bed. “Why?”

“Because I’m not sharing a bed with you.” Fives spat.

“Keep your voice down, Kiran is asleep.” Athena hissed back, standing up and going over to him. “Fives, listen, I know you’ve been through a lot, we both have, but -.”

“Don’t start with me. You have no idea what it is I’m going through.” Fives whipped around to face her, jabbing his finger into her face and forcing her back against the wall, his face inches from her own. “I want nothing to do with you, do you understand? Nothing. Don’t you dare think you can worm your way in here now that Quill’s gone, you -.”

Athena slapped him.

Fives paused, rubbing his jaw as he turned to face Athena again. Tears had begun streaming down her cheeks, but her face held nothing but contempt.

“I lost him, too.”

“Mama?”

Both of them turned towards the cot, where Kiran was sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Fives pulled back first, giving Athena room to go to the child.

“I’m sleeping in the Cord.” Fives repeated.

Athena didn’t answer. Fives turned, slipping back out of the room without another word.

~

Gol’Chek didn’t know how long he’d been in the medical bay.

At some point, he’d been given food. He remembered that much. Someone had cleaned him, sponged him down and redressed him in clean clothes. Doctors had been prodding at his legs, trying to find viable nerve endings for prosthetics.

But now, everything was quiet. He could hear the soft groans of the other injured drifting through the air around him, but Gol’Chek himself was quiet. He folded his hands over his stomach, letting his eyes drift closed.

We have a bond.

He inhaled slowly, deeply, centering himself.

I can sense her.

He reached out through the Force, focusing only on Ju’Lah. He tried to sense her, tried to get any sort of indication of where she might be, or if she was even alive. The thought sent an icy cord of fear through him. Was she still alive?

No. No, Maul wouldn’t have killed her. Maul was searching for her because he wanted to take her. He wanted her alive.

Gol’Chek grunted softly, forced himself to relax again. Ju’Lah was out there somewhere. She was counting on him to find her.

He closed his eyes. Focused in.

When he reopened his eyes, he was no longer in the medical bay. Instead, he was back on Gyatta, in the middle of the jungle. He knew exactly where he was, knew this path by heart. He had walked it many times with Ju’Lah, back before the Separatists had razed their village and sent their warriors to slaughter the Garbak people.

“So, you really don’t remember anything from before?”

Gol’Chek whipped around. He knew that voice.

“It comes and goes. Most of it’s a blur.”

He saw himself come into view, walking the path alongside Ju’Lah. His double stopped, investigating a flower along the path.

 “What about this one, is this it?”

“How many times do I have to tell you?” Ju’Lah replied, flashing him a smile. “The gol’chek flower only blooms at the summit of Ancient’s Pass. That’s why only the greatest warriors can get it.”

“I’m just testing you.” Gol’Chek chuckled, picking the flower anyway and handing it to Ju’Lah. She smiled, letting the bloom float in her hand for a moment before pushing it upwards, letting it drift towards the sky before gently floating it back down.

“Is that what they teach you the Attunement for?” Gol’Chek teased. “Magic tricks with flowers and rocks?”

“And healing. And hunting, and tracking, and anything else to do with the natural world.” Ju’Lah retorted, flicking her wrist so the blossom swung from the air and instead smacked Gol’Chek in the face.

He chuckled, swatting the flower away.

Gol’Chek knew this memory. It was one he revisited many times himself.

“I’m in her head.” He whispered aloud. “She’s reliving this memory.”

“So… what do you remember, then?”

“Come again?”

“You said ‘most’ of it is a blur.” Ju’Lah replied. “So, what do you remember?”

“There’s… a woman.”

“Oh?” She paused a few feet ahead of him, looking over her shoulder. “Who is she?”

“Someone important.” He said softly, looking at his hands, as if he could conjure a memory of holding her in his arms, feel the way her hands felt in his, something, anything to jog his memory. “But I can’t even remember her face. I just see… shapes.”

“Shapes?” Ju’Lah giggled, picking up two large rocks from the path and holding them against her chest. “Big round shapes?”

Gol’Chek tried to swat at her, but she laughed, dodging and rolling the rocks around on her chest again.

“That’s the last time I answer any of your questions.” He griped, brushing past her and continuing his walk. She laughed again, finally dropping the rocks and jogging to catch up with him.

Gol’Chek followed after them. “Ju’Lah!” He called, reaching for her even as she seemed to get further away. “Ju’Lah!”

“What was she like?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Are you just ignoring me because I made you mad?”

“No, I said I don’t remember.” He shook his head. “Let’s… talk about something else.”

“Okay, what else do you remember?” She peppered him with another question, jogging to catch up with his quickened pace.

“Something other than that, Lah’ika.”

“You remember your other language. The one your people spoke.”

He cocked an eyebrow up at her in confusion, and she shrugged. “You talk in your sleep sometimes.”

“So you sit outside my hut and listen to me when I sleep?” Gol’Chek asked, his eyebrow arching higher.

“No, back before you were really awake, when we were still taking care of you.” She elaborated. “You would talk in your sleep, but it was always words none of us could understand. And that word, the thing you just called me, Lah’ika. It’s a nickname.”

“Yeah, so?”

“We don’t do that with our names. You added that suffix yourself.” She said. “So it must’ve come from your mother tongue.”

Gol’Chek moved in front of them instead, trying to physically grab Ju’Lah, but the dreamlike figures walked right through him. “Ju’Lah! Wake up!” He shouted again. “It’s me, wake up!”

“Ad’ika.”

Ju’Lah cocked her head to the side, her ears twitching.

“It… it means little one. Or sometimes child, depending on the context.” He said. “So, when combined with a name, it’s a term of endearment. So Lah’ika is… Little Ju’Lah.” He mumbled.

She hummed. “I like it.” She scampered ahead again, checking out a tree. “So what would they call you, then, in your mother tongue?”

“Vod.” He answered immediately. “It’s what we called one another, my people.”

“What’s it mean?”

He was quiet for several moments, and she turned to face him again. “Gol’Chek? You okay?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, shaking himself out of his trance. “Brother. It means brother.”

She hummed again, her ears flattening and draping over her back. “And what do the little ones call the older ones, then?” She asked. “If I’m an ad’ika, then you would be…” She trailed off, waiting for him to fill in the blank.

“You would be my buirkan.” Gol’Chek replied. “My responsibility.”

Then, after a moment’s pause: “You are my buirkan, Lah’ika.”

She nodded to herself. “I like your language.” She said decidedly. “Will you teach me more of it?”

“If I can remember it, yes.”

Gol’Chek reached for Ju’Lah again, his hands passing right through her. “Lah’ika.” He tried instead. “Lah’ika, please, I need you to wake up. Remember me. I’m here. I’m here!”

Ju’Lah was blessedly quiet for a few moments after that, but Gol’Chek should’ve known better than to assume her curiosity would be sated, because barely a minute had passed before she asked another question.

“What would you call someone who is a parent?”

“Buir.”

“Can I call you that, then?”

“JU’LAH!”

His hands finally collided with the flesh of her arms, and Ju’Lah gasped finally seeing him for the first time.

“Buir?”

~

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[moe-broey]

It's not a Full Thought but I was a little miffed about the introduction of Emblem Heroes, ESPP after it was established that Alear couldn't call upon them in Askr. Like that was her Entire FB with Alfonse, the fact that she couldn't call upon the Emblems and it made her feel alone (but, hoping she may find a way to reach them again someday -- which, I guess there's that! That's charming and sweet, esp now that it's the case!)

But something that stuck out to me SO much esp the first Engage banner was how it was Heavily implied everything in Engage happens much later in the timeline. How (and I'm just going off of memory here) the Askr library didn't have any information on Emblems and the workings of Elyios (which is why Alfonse was so keen on speaking to Alear -- yes, she needed help settling in, but she also has a wealth of information he had no resources on otherwise and he was deeply interested in it!).

I also think esp for things where Heroes "come from the future" in a way, it's like. A time paradox. Previously Alfonse (guy who can fit SO much information in him) and the Askr library as a whole had No resources on Emblems and the world of Engage. Alear and her buddies end up in Askr, and Alear tells Alfonse all about her world and the Emblems. (Implication?) Alfonse takes notes and this is added to the information the library holds. (Maybe?) Emblems exist now because Alear told him about it and Alfonse recorded it and submitted it to the library (not sure how that works).

But also! I think a similar thing happened with Kris, actually. Where both Krises didn't want to be remembered as heroes, as they're completely in service to Marth. But they end up in Askr anyway. And (this is VERY much going off of memory) there's little to no information about them, but I think it's Kiran who starts compiling information on them. Which established the Krises as Heroes in their own right, when they otherwise would have been lost to time and history.

I think another thing that's established in Kris' FBs is that, the way Heroes Are summoned, they're required to have a record within the world of Askr (and the library) itself. Aahh I know I should be pulling up screenshots lmfao..... but I think it was directly stated at one point, that

I THINK IT WAS KATARINA ACTUALLY!!!!!!! WHO MADE MENTION OF KRIS!!!!!!! BECAUSE KRIS WAS IMPORTANT TO HER!!!!!!!!! And I think it was Sharena who told her, that if they're recorded as A Hero, maybe she would reunite with Kris one day (and Kiran played a role here too I think, as a keeper or recorder of the records).

Like maybe I'll go more in-depth w it I just. I can't get too occupied at the moment cause I got other things to attend to at the moment 🥲

[goldoanheart]

July Activity Check Passed!

total skill points: 40 -> 41 -> 42.

[monthly skill point]: +1 to axe (axe rank c+ (1/2))

other skill points: +1 to lance (arena, lance d+)

HOUSEKEEPING

waiting on partner:

opportunity of memories (sakura) just candlelight should do (ashe) leonster? i hardly know her (katarina) (any weapon +1) you know fliers are weak to arrows (valter) (bow +1) my good friend micaiah (derogatory) (leonardo) itty bitty axe buddies (kiran) (axe +1) of mice and men? (dimitri) (any skill +1) falling with style (raven) (riding/flying +1) linus pushes kurthnaga into a locker (linus) let me close my eyes in peace (delthea) cotton guarding from a cotton scoundrel (chad) (pokemon au) *through gritted teeth* honey, i’m home! (valter) toy story 25 (igrene) (lance +1) littler by littler (maria) feather blanket for wyverns (farina) (flying +1) baby dragon mukbang (veyle)

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a breath of fresh air (@lionscion)

[whatsuphoneybee]

YES HI HELLO COURIER’S CALL EPISODE 47 HIGHLIGHTS !!!

- ARE YOU TELLING ME THE CURSED APPLE TREE WAS MADE BY MORNING STAR !?

- LOVE how the kids keep accidentally attracting the attention of terrifying cosmic beings.

- I hope this means the teens are going to punch The Morning Star like they punched The Forest Queen.

Sometimes a luminary just needs to be punched by a teen.

- but also Kiran i love you please be safe when interacting with a luminary, maybe next time bring your buddies

- Olivia and Denny going to prom TOGETHER. as DATES. And Olivia is going to wear a mask made out of LEVIATHAN BONE. love to see it

-sometimes you ask a person to prom by gifting them some spooky haunted wine and tell them to drink it when they’re alone. i’m sure it’ll be fine.

-Bobby Jean continues to be a feral icon with his little claw grabber, causing terror at breakfast.

what do I have to pledge on Patreon to keep Bobby Jean around for the rest of the show??

- i don’t think anyones rolled any dice in like 3 episodes and I do not care because the improv and story telling are just That Good.

I am once again asking you to please listen to Skyjacks Courier’s Call it’s very worth it and I would like to yell about it with more folks, thank you.

[tornreality]

multimuse ask meme.

@poaeise sent: ❔

Harley & Pamela.

Barbara Gordon & Victor or Lilith.

Stephanie Brown & Traci. She taught Traci how to fight in an issue!

Raven for legitimately any of my DC muses, but especially Victor, Zachary, Traci, or Kiran, since they had some interesting dynamics in the comics.

Max & Traci. Traci's powers are urban rooted, so she could try and help with the connection between Max' powers and what is happening in Acadia Bay.

Bloom & Musa or Stormy.

Daenerys & Kitana Kahn.

Chloe Decker & Jessica Jones ( detective buddies! I could see a really cool team-up between them. )

send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours!