#but yknow its fine its normal

[ellies-enrichment]

you’ve heard of how do i say goodbye (tommy’s version)

now get ready for

Personal (ellie’s version)

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

Do you rant to your girlfriend about how a giant pet peeve of yours with Gideon the Ninth fanart is when they portray Gideon with a longsword (or worse yet a fucking arming sword) instead of the greatsword she clearly is trained for? Or are you normal?

[carrionsong]

xime's inspiration/brain problems list :] JSVGNBYUS IS THIS ANYTHING.... does anyone understand. where am i

[kindledrose]

just quick note for any new followers n all i’m usually very silly!! and very normal!! and don’t make vent posts ever ive just been going through it lately ok? just bear with me for the next week or so and i’ll be back to 24/7 art + sillyposting lol

[nicky-jr]

shoutout gothcleats shippers o7

[jargyles]

i for one think steve kept jonathan's bat not just for protection purposes but because he doesn't talk to him anymore and that's the last thing he took from the byers' house.

[hershelchocolateart]

Hey guys <3 important PSA tomorrow and I'm only sending this now so I hold myself to the goal of making it

[bbeelzemon]

lately ive trying to teach myself that i dont have to follow the stupid and arbitrary rules that i set for myself as a child. im an adult living on my own, thousands of miles away from where i grew up. i literally dont have to eat the crusts off my sandwich if i dont want to. who give a shit

[jadeofblades]

"God i hate shuichi SO much he's so pathetic and annoying i wish he died instead of-" 💥💥💥🔫

[justices-blade]

☆ die by the sword

swordmaster mastery drabble.

Daein armor is black.

Daein's army is great.

Daein's army will win.

Black armor, red flags — Deep red, regal and commanding. The flags aren't often flown in the fringes of Nevassa, but just outside of it, where the city leads to foot- and carriagepaths. They fly high, stark against blue, bright against ink.

What for? It's easier to believe stories of heroism and glory when you live in a warm house with a warm family. Outside, it's a matter of that blurred line between hope and desperation. — Expansion is profitable. Will any of that trickle down to them?

There are those that say no and stay out of it, hoping war will not find their doorstep instead. There are those that open their mouths and hold out their hands and pray. But King Ashnard, he extends his war-calloused hands and gives even the lowest of the low a chance to reach out, to grasp, so long as they have the strength to fight.

Was it for glory? For your country, for your hometown, for yourself?

No, not anything so naïve. It was for survival.

It's not that Edward didn't want to believe in the heroism of it all, but with glory comes acclaim. With acclaim comes money. With money comes stability for him and his. For a child and his brother with nothing else to his name, no other avenues to walk, nothing else given to him but this, what other dream should he chase? That heroism — The tales told by nannies and grannies down the street of brave men and women, his neighbours, cutting down legions and slaying monstrous beasts? That's just a bonus.

But for a brother who needed a future, he readily spun tales of valor and heroism anyway. Swordsmen in black coats, nimble and skilled, rising above and beyond. Heroes who came from nothing and gained everything, blades blessed by sunlight. The hope that they could crawl out of this nothing and gain everything, more than enough to share with eachother, with everybody who's helped them. That this was a choice, and it was worth making. He weaves the stories, pulls them around him like that could make them real, like he could become one of those swordmasters, too. Those who are strong will prosper in Ashnard's Daein, after all.

During the Mad King's War, Edward was not strong enough. Yes, they train children to fight and kill all too readily in those noble academies, but a scrawny street rat with a blunted blade is hardly better than cannon fodder. Still, maybe it was for the best he was turned away with hardly a glance. As it turns out, Daein wasn't strong enough either.

Daein armor is black.

Daein's army was great.

Daein lost.

And then Crimea didn't care, and Begnion came in. War ends. Still, red flooded the streets and washed Finch away in the undertow. Begnion armor is red. It's diluted, almost orange, a half-commitment to blood. Black-clad soldiers returned, too, but scathed, in caskets, in memory. Grief filled the streets. Hunger filled it, too. Grief and hunger and fear.

In him, grief and desperation, yes. But there was also anger. (Realisation.) It's over. The war is over. The dream is dead, and there is noone left for him to find and chase another for. And now, now, from livable to worse, everyone still clings to eachother, praying they won't drown as Begnion scum try to tear them down and apart like children at play breaking block towers.

He could stop and lie down and die. But seeing faces he knows twisted in agony? He won't stand for it. Why are they kicking everyone off the rafts and into the red? Can't they see they're already half-starved? At the other shore of bonds found, ties made, community knit, how can people be so carelessly cruel to folk who already have it hard enough? The lesson that seemed so obvious to him in childhood was completely lost on these brutes. They were acting like they were all still at war, but didn't need any reason, be it money or glory, to act like this.

In him, realisation, this time clear as day. That to earn glory, he would have had to hurt others too. He would always have had to. For togetherness, he can take it. But for glory? Glory is the stupidest reason to hurt someone. The only stupider thing is to have no reason at all.

In him, anger. In him, brighter still, rebellion. He knows how to steal. He just needs to start doing it to the right people. From Begnion, he takes food, supplies, clothes, medicine, a boy from the jaws of certain death. It's only right, to take back what was taken from people who need it, isn't it? He clings, with all he has. The light grows, comes to shine before him, a guiding star in the shape of silver hair, golden eyes. In it, he finds a hope anew, the seeds of a new dream, puts his faith in that light, to dispel the fear and the hunger and the mourning. He wants to be someone to trust, too, his hands growing ever more acquainted with the hilt of a blade.

Here, close to home, it's not for glory that he sabotages and fights and kills. Maybe it still is for stability, in the end, for safety, for home. The land bleeds because its people do, bled of hope with every step. He sees Nevassa. He knows it's not the only place that suffers. The dream sprouts.

In him, revolution. He fights now, truly for Daein, not for her glory or her pride, but for her people. Is that not the heart of it? It's the people he knows and talks to and knows and loves, the people he sings and dances and breaks bread with, the people who share with eachother no matter how little they have. That's the Daein he knows. The Daein he sees. The Daein he hopes for and fights for, hope and faith everbright in his eyes. If the black emblem is Daein's pride, then the red of its flag is the people that let it exist. The dream blossoms.

Edward fights, and fights, and fights, even when it seems stupid or pointless or like something's wrong, because the choice is once again no choice at all, and because he would rather swing his sword than lie down and die. But it's filled with a conviction, and while he would have never fought selfishly, he may have lost drive after the realisation — But for freedom, for home, for family, for the Dawn Drigade and for Daein, he does not. He fights in crimson, carmine, red, trailing behind him — No indulgent half-measures in orange-red, no glory sought or subordination in black.

And Micaiah — Does she understand? She too grants him a coat of red, bright as dawn, trailing coattails to frame his bloodied path, to show his growth — A benediction for all he has done, for all he can still do.

In that swordmaster's coat, the dream bears fruit. There is a day he looks at himself and realises that he's become someone he'd only ever dreamed of being years ago. He's strong enough now — Really, truly, a flurry of steel in sunlight, in starlight. He's strong, but this really isn't that great, is it? It's heavy, this mantle of what he thought hero, but he's strong and knows he's fighting for what'lll ultimately be right. So he'll carry it. It's no worse than five sacks of flour down the street at once.

Still. No wonder noone can keep going just for glory; It's nowhere near worth killing for, dying for. But him, he'll do anything so he can break bread with everyone again, with no fear or grief snapping at their heels. Not just to survive, but to live, too.

Living — Hah, now that's worth dying for.

It's with this knowledge that he shrugs the coat on, tightens the belts and buckles, Caladbolg at his hip, its pommel solid under his palm.

He'll keep trailing red for the people of Daein, for his family found, for that shining vision of home.

[bunnyb34r]

I know I should just block (and not OPEN) tags and posts ab '24 but my brain is stupid and likes to be informed even if it makes me worse

[squiddlysquoo]

Just heard the news about the Murderbot tv show. I suppose the books will always be there !

[frostbite-the-bat]

got some new art supplies so i doodled clover :)

[eggs-can-draw]

komaeda anon: im losing it on, and this is my cousin kokichi

ngl, because im down bad, so sorry, komaeda is that weird cool mysterious uncle everybody has that isnt actually an uncle but a family friend that you call uncle

except his coolness is the fact the kids can go wild under his supervision, mysterious bc komaeda cant tell him his immediate family is sort of dead- and ogugjjgng his sort of complicated relationship with the other people that, while better after therapy n such, is still you know

also if the nagirigami cant have the Great Pyrenees, what if,, what if komaeda gets one,, what if,, he gets a dog again

He has that cool guy swag on the outside but once you get to know him you realize he's kind of a weirdo (affectionate)

He's very much that guy that the kids dont have to completely worry about social standards around like if you hand him a pile of mud you found he will GLADLY accept it. (ok he might stop you from eating dirt but that's because he got chewed out by Hajime for letting Kokichi eat worms ONE TIME) Also lets be honest, a lot of the Jabberwock kids will probably never get to meet their grandparents. There's a good chance that few if none of the sdr2 cast's family is still alive (With the Nevermind parents MAYBE having a chance of being alive but then again Novaselic could 100% have been completely sent to ruin by Sonia during The Tragedy for the sake of Despair)

He definitely has a complicated relationship with the rest of the sdr2 cast (ESPECIALLY those who had to go through trial 5, Nanami is still a little mad at him (from inside a tamagotchi)) so I kinda feel like it's a little easier for him to connect with the kids because they know him as the cool guy who let them jump off a palm tree once, they dont know him from the time they were all trapped on an island and forced to kill each other. (and yknow they know him post therapy)

If he gets a dog again he is 100% the owner who totally babies his dog. he makes fancy little meals to prioritize a healthy diet, takes them out for walks even in a hurricane (or he tried to until Hajime stopped him when they had to bunker in the hospital, he still took his doggo on a walk around the hospital to make sure they got proper exercise.

[seithr]

rl chatterin in tags, dont worry about it just feel like talking about recent stuff. for those who dont care look at this birdthang i won on xiv then. my silly big bird..

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads

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