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me and tiff realised that no rhea supports meant we were denied aunty rhea action with flayn and that is a cruel, cruel world. rhea doting and being protective of her niece would have been….so good….

also as soon as seteth and his wife introduce cethleann to rhea:

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it really is crazy how quickly people were willing to just let chatgpt do everything for them. i have never even tried it. brother i don't even know if it's just a website you go to or what. i do not know where chatgpt actually lives, because i can decide my own grocery list.

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have some pixel tea to cool you down during this heat~ buy a wallpaper or leave a tip / twitter / instagram / shop 

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Alien pulling your sleeve to get your attention: and who is this Cunt you all serve

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😇😈

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Just your average traveler stuck between realms...

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maybe i've become like him

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Chapter 6 of my Byhardt fic is here! At 12k words, this is the beefiest chapter yet.

rating: t

ongoing

Even through revenge spirals and divine revelations, Byleth has so far kept his promise that Linhardt will never need to take a life under his command. When his former classmates launch the first battle of the coming war in an assault on Garreg Mach, that promise will be tested. He knows that Byleth will need his support more than ever in this fight. He's determined not to fail him.

It doesn't help that Caspar is equally determined to keep Linhardt out of the fight entirely, whatever he has to do to make that happen.

The armillary sphere twists itself into circles but never knots. Linhardrt stands before it, staring up into its mechanism. There are running footsteps outside in the halls, urgent voices calling to each other. But the sphere turns, unheeding, on its axis. Once, when he was considering giving up the pursuit he most loved, Hanneman told him that he would find motivation if he had a goal. Linhardt isn’t sure what his goal is, even now. Some days he thinks it’s Byleth. Some days he knows it isn’t. He feels life shifting again, once-dependable stones flowing out from under his feet while he’d much prefer to stay on solid ground. Everything is changing around him while Linhardt feels locked in place, spiraling around a core that can't be clearly seen. Can the warrior hate the war? He’s no warrior. He wouldn’t know. He was never going to be able to answer that question.

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Boy howdy, looks like these cowpokes are in a bit of a scrape 🤠

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Man I should really finish my Rolan Cal and Lia fic

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Rolan Gives You Support

Back in January 2024 (where did the time go?) I wanted to give some encouragement to a Rolan fan friend so I wrote something for them and requested it to be read. I sent the video privately and they gave permission for me to share the text, which I posted here.

Following a request by @majinkura I reached out to the friend who said if the spoken words can brighten any one else's world they'd be so happy to share it <3 So thank you for asking @majinkura, and I hope it is received well if it is of any use to anyone <3

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Literally remember the screen name of the person who left me a comment on one of my less popular fics and sometimes I think about that comment reciting it word for word in my head

"I didn't comment on a fic I liked because I don't think the author would care or remember my comment anyway". fanfic writer here, I still remember comments I got on my fics from seven years ago. I still think about them and they still make me smile. your kind comments are what motivates us and what helps us keep writing.

I personally know writers who take screenshot and print out comments they got from their readers.

TL;DR comments matter to us writers more than you think. if you like a fanfic, never be shy to let the author know ♡

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went to a spa the other week and thought about absolutely nothing but this the whole time. gale was a team effort so thank you @ladymurgatroid for the phrase ‘retired old lady workout regimen’.

i know shadowheart can learn to swim in the course of the game but there is no way she’s good at it. she is forcibly removed from the floatie when karlach cannonballs too close to the sun, and spends the rest of the day on a lounger insisting that she isn’t sulking.

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unfortunately you must now go to war. yes you can take your pillow

linhardt von hevring nobody is sleepier than you

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linhardt von hevring nobody is sleepier than you

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homesick

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"Blood Sickness"

M!Byleth x Linhardt

rating: t

ongoing, 5 chapters, 35k words

Summary: Recruited to Golden Deer by the charming new Professor, Linhardt navigates personal growth as well as his developing feelings while he tries to hold on to his pacifistic values in a world ever falling toward violence. Follows the events of the game but with a focus on original scenes and moments that happen in-between the plot, rather than a strict novelization of canon.

Excerpt:

“Blood makes you ill?” He swallows. He really wishes he was asleep right now. “Yes, well. Some people are such.” Byleth pauses, then arrives at a hardened sort of seriousness. “What happened to you today was my fault. I’m sorry.” He’s surprised. A bit. He’s not sure what he expected, but it wasn’t an apology. He manages to meet Byleth’s eyes again, because he’s intrigued now. The professor lets go of his arm, now that he isn’t trying to escape any more. “Sorry? …Ah, perhaps you’re still getting accustomed to being a teacher. I believe you’re supposed to scold me now.” That tiny crease returns to the spot between Byleth’s eyes. “For what?” Linhardt isn’t sure if the professor is testing him, or if he’s just as socially ignorant as he himself can be. “I’ve been told by all other teachers that it’s a big problem for a student of the Officer’s Academy to have such an aversion to…well, the exact goal of combat.” “Garreg Mach teaches more than combat.” “Mm. Yes, but it’s ultimately the point, isn’t it?” Byleth glances downward. He has no way to refute that without lying. “But.” Linhardt goes softer, meeker. “I don’t want to overcome that aversion.” He can sense that Byleth is seeking eye contact, but he definitely isn’t up to that. He watches a couple stray cats lounging in the grass at the edge of the courtyard. “Battle is not something I ever want to get used to. I understand that, for some people on certain paths, it’s necessary to become callous enough to ignore the consequence of one’s violent actions. But why is that treated like the norm? Why do people who can so easily end a life want to tell me I’m the one who’s got something wrong with him? I find it not only natural, but right to be abhorred by bloodshed. Maybe if that was treated as ordinary, less people would bleed.” Linhardt realizes he’s been speaking for much longer than most people let him, and chances a glance at Byleth. He finds no trace of impatience there. But he feels self-conscious all the same, so he swiftly brings his explanation to its point. “If that’s a weakness, fine. I’d prefer to stay the way I am, all the same.” He prepares to endure a proper lecture, then, because surely hearing that will make the Professor’s cloudy eyes flash with disapproval. It will be sharp and (goddess grant him) quick, and it will drill down into the same old cavities: the importance of having the right sort of attitude and other such failings. Afterwards, he will retreat with stinging knuckles to a soft grassy haven. All he has to do is wait it out. What the Professor says instead makes Linhardt’s mind go blank.

“Would you like to join my class?”

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