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stepbysstep · 1 year ago
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“Lene?” Laylea embraces her friend as soon as she sees her. “Oh my gods, I didn’t know you were here! How have you been? I’ve missed you.” 
Lene did not expect to find any welcoming faces upon arriving at the academy. Her reasons for coming were primarily greedy, so she should not be rewarded for said gluttony.
These were the concerns Lene held in her chest while making her first rounds across the school grounds. But in an instant, the fears are swallowed down at the calling of her name.
"Aaaa! Laylea!" Lene lightly exclaims in reaction to the fellow woman's wrapping around her. The green dancer's arms stay on Laylea for only a few extra seconds, soothed by the touch of a longtime friend.
"I just got here now! I could say the same for you! It's been forever!" Forever is a bit of a hyperbole. Laylea has been with Lene for most of her life, from their chance meetings within the Dahna orphanage to their victory in the final holy war. With that context, the two-ish years she spent closer to Ares' side rather than her old friend is closer to an eternity.
The embrace ends so Lene can respond to Laylea's question with a beaming smile. "Things have been good! I'm here to help Ares and learn some things myself along the way. Oh wait! You must be doing the same, learning-wise at least. Have you been here for long? You've gotta tell me all about this place!"
She leans in closer to Laylea for one last statement to top off her small flurry of assumptions. "And yeah. I've missed you too, Laylea. I'm really happy to see you."
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fiberflxwer · 1 year ago
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—  GOLDEN SPICE CIDER  ╱  
"Greetings Faye." Panette hands a cup of cider to her former teammate before taking a sip herself. "I must say, you put up quite the fight out there. I'm certain your deadly skills could send your opponents away and afeard, if they are not already."
Faye instinctively takes the cup of yellow-ish liquid that is offered by the other's hands, initially nervous to speak of her past failure. However, even though she was unable to protect her fellow student in battle and unable to avenge her afterwards, Panette was...not angry? Faye could see herself fuming if in the same position as her, falling due to an ally's slip-up. And yet...
"Thanks, Panette," Faye glady speaks from her initial pause, the warmth of the beverage in her hand pushing back physical and metaphorical chills. "But you were super good out there too! I could never imagine lugging around an axe and using my fists at the same time! I could learn from you, if you uh...don't mind."
The villager goes for a small sip of the drink, discovering its identity to be a spicy cider. Not her...preferred pick for a relaxing refreshment, though the spiciness does cancel out the initial bitter taste somewhat. But sharing such a drink with a friend (Or comrade? Are we friends or comrades? Is there a difference?) makes it slightly easier to gulp down.
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mj-says-hey · 3 months ago
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consentcactus · 5 months ago
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kitcactusart · 5 months ago
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Feel free to print and distribute this image
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vivid-bun · 5 months ago
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A reminder to the "the American government wouldn't..." crowd. They have. They have made their own internment camps before. They have rounded up innocent citizens and immigrants before. The victims of which are still alive to this day and trying to share their stories with the world, they have been trying to warn us for a long time. George Takei (as seen above) is a famous example of this. He has written about his experiences time and time again, even publishing a book talking about his time in these camps. He may be famous now, but at the time he was just another kid forced from his home. To this day he still firmly dedicates himself to trying to educate and inform people, trying to spread awareness with his platform. The American Government can and will do terrible things. Do not let anyone convince you otherwise.
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monstermonger · 1 month ago
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~3 months traveling in my wife’s home-country -> 100 journal pages
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tiktoksgraveyard · 13 days ago
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SHOOTING CIVILLIANS POINT BLANK. SHE WAS TRYING TO GET HOME AND THEY SHOT HER FOR NO REASON. GET THIS FOOTAGE OUT!
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theknightlywolfe · 16 days ago
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Reminder:
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victusinveritas · 16 days ago
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Nice people make the best Nazis. Be mean, be tough, have a fascist tooth/skull collection.
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fiberflxwer · 1 year ago
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"My goodness—Faye?"
The last time Celica had seen her was just after the war. But her old childhood friend soon returned to Ram, and as Celica settled into her role as queen, the distance between them only grew greater. Though, they haven't been particularly close over the years—not since those days in Ram.
Even so, there is nothing but compassion and concern in the queen's heart as she approaches the injured girl, her wounds having already been treated for the most part. "Are you okay? What happened out there?"
Why are you here? Part of her wants to ask. Did Faye not want to settle down in peacetime? Or did she have intentions on training to become a knight, like Gray and Tobin?
"Oh...hey, Celica."
Faye's voice is soft but holds a hint of shock at the newcomer to her medical tent. Of course, the existence of her queen here is not where the surprise comes from - the villager already had a suspicion before coming and Alm himself told her so. Instead, she'd much rather that Celica ran into her at any time other than now, where Faye lies in bed with her weakness on full display.
"This...?" Faye motions toward the bandaged wound that she was clearly talking about. Instinctually, her hand hovers over to cover it from both hers and Celica's sight. "The mock battle...could have gone better. They never hit me this hard back home...or I don't really remember the pain, I guess."
The dark blonde's smile at her friend (Friend? Are we still friends?) is frail, Faye putting on the best front she can with a throbbing headache. "It was against the blue house...oh, right. Alm's class."
Alm...that's all she can talk about when it comes to the two of them, isn't it?
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sometiktoksarevalid · 17 days ago
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skipppppy · 10 months ago
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I think she’d respect his methodology
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theconcealedweapon · 1 month ago
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solidwater05 · 1 year ago
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Pros of hyperfixiation:
Happy!
Art ideas
Life is good
Cons of hyperfixiation:
I am going to blow up
All my art is of the same guy
If I don't think about this 24/7 I get violent
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