#aeva screen tag

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Writing Share Tag

@saturnine-saturneight thanketh for the tag !!!

I've actually written something for the Aetherium that isn't a short story !!! enjoy :))

It was a quiet evening, or morning. Afternoon, perhaps. There was no telling how time worked when there was no sun to see set or rise. Either way, it was quiet, and everyone liked it that way. Akina sure did, at least. Nothing beats eating at some random time with only the sounds of eating, drinking, and a couple of laughs sprinkled in. She paused in her voracious eating to look around the room, mulling over what she would do after this.

Marcelo and Maerthro sat on the couch, watching something together while eating some snacks. Aeva was beside her, eating at a slower pace as she scrolled through the numerous messages she had gotten. The rest were probably still sleeping, or cooped up in their room to avoid interaction. Ansenn was probably the latter, as well as Andrei and Josynt. Couldn't blame the guys—the deep bags underneath the three's eyes told tales of their unhealthy sleeping habits. She should really do something about that… She tilted her head, spooning another bite of rice and eggs into her mouth. She could talk to them later about it. Speaking of later, what was she gonna do today? It was boring to train, especially on a break, and doing any of her three jobs felt too tedious for her. The wonders of a stressed out mind, huh? She sighed, chewing the last of her salad before sliding the plate into the sink for someone to wash later. It would probably be her.

"Anything interesting?" she turns to Aeva, hand on her hip as she reads over the shorter woman' shoulders. Despite the blur of words passing by, she could still make out the words 'commercial', 'trip', and 'months'. She had to narrow her eyes to read the rest, but thankfully Aeva lifted the screen up closer to her eye level.

"Nope. Mostly articles about our vacation, and when we're coming back. Few businesses still want us in some ads, though. Annoying…" Aeva replied, biting into her breakfast burrito. She lowered the screen, flicking upwards to skip the rest. Akina raised an eyebrow at the business ads.

"Even on our vacation? Yeesh, a bit greedy, aren't they?"

Aeva shrugs.

"Aren't a lot of people?"

The conversation was over once Aeva turned to throw away the buritto wrapper. Akina caught a flash of scarlet and seafoam green in the corner of her eye, lips curling up into a smile as she leaped over the kitchen counter.

"Ansenn! What's up with the early descent?" she asks, punching his shoulder lightly, though it seemed to send him into Josynt to the right of him. But that was purely by accident!

"Augh, Akina!" Ansenn shouted, stumbling over his own feet and Josynt's. The two eventually righted themselves, holding each other's arms as they glared at Akina with an intensity she was already shrugging off.

"What, what're you complaining about?" she scoffs, arms crossed as she leaned closer to his height. "It's not like this hasn't happened before, buddy."

He mirrors her pose, eyes narrowing as his normal straight line of a mouth turned downwards. She could see the details of his face much better now. A few faint scars across his cheeks and forehead, the ever-present eyebags that only seemed to darken each day, and even each eyelash that lined his pretty emerald green eyes. She could assume he could see the same for her, though not with the same details, of course.

"It's something that shouldn't take a minute to get over, you two. Now please move, I'd rather be back in my room than witness this any longer than I need to," Josynt chimes in, irritation painting his pale face, brows furrowed and lips pulled into a thin line. She sighed, backing off with her hands in the air.

"You're not very fun this morning. Did ya' stay up too long again? We've really gotta kick that habit out of you at some point, doctor!" she teases, watching as he rolls his eyes before walking past, shoulder-checking her along the way. Ansenn follows him without another word.

That was the last of conversation for a while. It once again got quiet, although a few more people emerged from their rooms. Ellya and Melana were chatting about something, pointing at whatever was moving on their holographic screen. She only caught a glimpse of Andrei's white lab coat before he disappeared upstairs again, probably sipping a cup of coffee while he works on…whatever new test he's working on. Fox and Cenlyne were now having their version of breakfast as well, coming out the moment Aeva left to go out into the Shopping District. It was nice.

Nice doesn't seem to last long though.

I cast tag upon @magscrane and @thatfunkylilfey !!! (I should start tagging more people hrm)

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I remember when I started this blog...

...I remember I lingered for like... an entire year. Didn't post anything.

I remember being in the worst relationship of my life. Feeling alone. I had wanted to be a part of Tumblr but couldn't. But so many other sites got their content from here... so I broke down.

I followed all sorts of pages. But then I saw... I followed Dragon Age tags... and I really... saw... I wasn't fucking weird at all. Slowly, I started to share. It began as a couple posts. Then as a post with several screen shots. And then eventually... I started editing again.

Before Tumblr, I posted on fanfic.net. I also had a website and blog and posted regularly on a forum for the Sims 2. That was before I met my toxic ex. It was so bad I went through and posted all my photos and all my fics at once then deleted them. I don't have them anymore. They're somewhere on the internet.

But then I got my own laptop... away from him... and I began to write again...

It's crazy to think about how much better I would have gotten if he wasn't in my life. I used to be so good at photoshop. Writing. Editing. Building computers. Just... all kinds of things.

But then I healed. The year after we broke up I told myself this blog was for me. So I started posting things about Aeva. And eventually Fiona. And I just started building. And it's just been a really cool experience. I watched my fics go from not being noticed to having hundreds of kudos. And that was insane to me. I wish I posted more of my smut and just writing in general a long time ago.

I'm just sappy as hell lately. It's the end of the year. Time for reflection. Time to look back. Time to think about what the plan is for next year. I think I had it right... this blog is for me. And to share it with you guys. And even if it's just like five people forever... I'll cherish it. I come here for me.

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What Color Does Your OC's Love Feel Like?

Tagged by the wonderful @dirty-bosmer, thank you so much this is so cool!

Tagging @faiyamon (more Aeva pls <3) @sheirukitriesfandom @lucien-lachance and anyone else who thinks this is cool :)

You can find the quiz here.

Also I'm going to add in my new OC from my current play through, a Breton mage named Rochelle :) Hoping to make more content for her soon :)

Theodora: dark stormy blue

Sinking ships, raging seas and tumultuous hearts, love isn't easy for you. It's a struggle, a constant inner fight of should I? Can I? Do I? Feelings are hard and they rumble inside you in a dissatisfied mess that begs to be let out. Your heart screams and cries inside you and you... You can't, you won't. You're scared. And love is scary, it's hard and sometimes it just doesn't work out. People leave, people hurt, people change their minds. And you and your cold stormy heart yearn for the calmness, for the distance, to be allowed and able to simply not feel. And yet, you do. It rages, it fights and storms inside you and you try to keep it down, keep it quiet, to feel pretending not to. It's the burn of childhood friends growing apart, of parents that aren't quite there, of relationships that burn out. So you snuff it down with water, cold and calming and blue, blue, blue. But being loved by you is blue too, just not in that way. It's the soothing, embracing feeling of floating, the moment when you sink down bellow the waves and become one with the water, with everything. It's the balance, the dramatic yet calming sound of waves that crash against a rocky shore. You're the good and the bad, the violence of the storm and the watery peace right after. You're the blue, blue feeling and loving you is watery tears, yelled confessions that no one will hear and burying your feelings in a deep watery grave never to be found out about. Your love is dark stormy blue, it's vast and deep and all encompassing, it's safety in the surface of danger, it's trusting the unruly abyss and yet I'd gladly risk drowning just to feel what it's like being loved by you.

Valeria: deep staining red

Ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. Your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. It's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. It rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. Sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. Your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. And you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. Atlas holding up the world, how are you? Is your love still flowing? Is your heart still open? Still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? Still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? Because I see them, I read them, I love them and you, you, you, you. Clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. Spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. Make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. Maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.

Rochelle: soft fresh green

Nice breeze, bare feet and freshly cut grass. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's protecting your eyes from the sun but enjoying the light rays still, it's laying on the grass and feeling it tickle your neck. You look to the side and they look back at you, full of hope and plans too. You plan together and laugh all day and your sunburn will feel like them. Your love is delicate, hesitant. A well curated binder full of collages for a future you can't be sure will come, but you keep going, you keep planning, you keep squinting at the sun and smiling, and running your hands through the grass so it will smell better. You keep holding onto the bright sky even as the sunsets, even as the starry night stares back. But you keep on holding, you keep on dreaming, you close your eyes and feel the sun on your skin and convince yourself that the sunburn is good, it's something to hold on to, just makes it linger a bit longer. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's sweet and wonderful and it keeps love alive, makes the world a better place. You run your hands through the grass, clench your fingers tighter and keep making plans. And I can only thank you and hope I can learn to love like you someday.

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The Viper was never scared of the Wolf’s bite... only the marks it would leave behind.

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A e v a   L a v e l l a n

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A e v a   L a v e l l a n

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“It seems you hold the [k e y] to our salvation.”

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Was it obvious to everybody else?

That I’d fallen for a lie.

You were never on my side.

Fool me once, fool me twice.

Are you death or paradise?

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They call her... The Viper.

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Have I blessed you with this picture of Aeva, yet?

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A e v a [I’ll fucking stab you] L a v e l l a n

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GUESS WHAT MY DUMB ASS JUST DID...

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I’m going through old screens of Aeva. Found a few I liked.

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Try me...

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Oh you know... just thought I’d drop some screens of...

A e v a - T h e  V i p e r

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Have some more shots of Aeva because I miss her,