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when memories snow | farcille, E, 2.4k

"You," Marcille gasps, "you are Falin, right?"

"I can't be anyone else," Falin playfully responds, which is enough of a Falin response to satisfy her.

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up from the clay | saizo/ryoma, E, 6k

"I want you by my side. I want to be at your back, and you at mine. Wherever you can't see, I'll keep watch." A little smile cracked at Ryoma's lips; a rare thing. "Does that sound like a plan?"

Saizo couldn't answer with words; he froze over, baring his neck, chapped lips parted.

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this is more incendiary and vexing than I usually go but. seeing how mithrun is treated by a decent part of the fandom is a big fucking smack in the face regarding how we still see disabled characters. not liking him is incredibly valid. but the amount of times I have seen him infantalized, called "annoying" (once even defective) for needing to be cared for, or just straight up depersonalized is hard to reconcile. please try to catch yourself if you are about to say something to the effect of mithrun being "like a child", "like a toddler", etc etc. or that he's useless or broken from someone else's persepctive. because disabled people, like myself, we see you. we see how you treat characters who look like us or have needs like us. and it's pretty fucking discouraging.

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ignition | jakob/silas, E, 3.1k

This…thing between them is still so new - acknowledged, negotiated, safewords picked and boundaries set. But their feelings are a different story, newly-blooming brambles inside both of them that have yet to bear fruit.

Silas has always splayed his bloody heart on his sleeve moreso than his fellow knights.

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hopedrunk | mithrun/kabru, E,1.4k

Trickling from his throat, terror sounds the same as desire. In the following months, Kabru has gotten pretty good at telling the difference.

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Right, considering the current state of corporate politics on this site, and that it seems that only those affected seem to be actively speaking on the matter, it is up to I, the only fucking cishet on tumblr, to drag this out to a wider audience.

REBLOG IF YOUR ACCOUNT IS A TRANSFEM SAFE SPACE.

We need to show these higher ups how much we truly value them.

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any eden we can name | lewis/isami, E, 2.1k

"Tell me what you need, then. Do you even know?"

Isami is silent, his jaw locked tight.

Quieter: "If I told you what I could give…would you listen?"

A shift in weight, a downcast nod.

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wip wednesday | shinon/volke

Shinon's ears twitch at the possibility of a threat; maybe the brat'll owe him one if he snipes some ambitious Daein soldier before he can infiltrate the camp.

Yet…this is no soldier. Shinon has caught the whispers of an assassin's presence, judging by his silence. He wonders if this is worse.

"Show yourself," Shinon bites into the bitter night chill, "dog."

Footsteps approach from where Shinon is facing. He's already holding his bow.

"Presumptuous, eh?" The assassin's voice is as quiet, as even as the fallen snow.

Shinon tsks. He's had to learn a lot of faces the past few days, but this one has still eluded him, so he must be Volke.

"Do you think I can't handle things out here?" Shinon barks, setting his bow back down beside where his head will rest.

Volke chuckles, a single sour note. "I'd say I've been handling things for longer than you can know."

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ikesoren | wip wednesday

As Ike always seems to do, he's returned to Gallia, to a remote forest that the Beast King has granted him essentially free reign of. From here, their work is cut out for them; they have a few months before winter to put together a little cabin, a cozy replacement for the tent they've pitched in a nearby glade. The two are already plenty acquainted with sleeping on the ground, living by the skin of their teeth, so this is already a vast improvement.

Soren doesn't have the training to bless a tree, or the openness to ask for their forgiveness. He simply blasts a gentle wind spell into its branches, so that the wildlife it houses scurries away. 

It only takes a few strikes of Urvan for one of the more modest trees to fall. There's a crash as it hits the ground, and then silence. It reminds Soren too much of the aftermath of a battle, counting the casualties. But there's no blood on Ike's blade; there's a tenderness in him as he bends, as he touches the fallen trunk.

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just for now | G, galolio, star wars visions x-over

This little guy is about two years old now, and with the holiday season coming around I thought I'd give it another push into the world. I had a lot of fun with it, and it remains important to me. I hope you enjoy!

Lio's eyes are stuck on the blank back of the paper. "You - you don't mind?" The apartment is still Galo's after all - Lio counts himself beyond lucky to be able to stay here, let alone adding two kids to the mix. But Galo doesn't have to ask Lio what he wants to do right now; only when to jump, and how far. "Mind? They're family, Lio," Galo says, easy as anything. "They need you. And it's my job to help you make sure they're happy. Right?" Lio had discarded the idea of a traditional family a long time ago, and he suspects Galo did, too. Yet Galo holds that idealism closer.

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serirei - happy wip wednesday!

"Why don't you crash with me for a while?"

- and regret is a torrid wave over him, over the stupidest string of words his brain could've possibly made. But that bright smile is painted back on Serizawa's face. He looks at Reigen the way that Mob once looked at him, long ago - and yet, not a thing like Mob.

That sparkle in his eyes is heady. Reigen can't take the words back.

"Master Reigen…" Serizawa stands, only to kneel beside Reigen's office chair, his forehead pressed to the floor. "Are you positive? I don't intend to take advantage of you, there's just so much I haven't done - "

It's sweet, the way Serizawa kneels. Reigen could almost reach out to stroke his hair, if he was allowed. His back makes a pretty arch, and - fuck, yet another reason why this is an awful idea.

"You need a place to sleep," Reigen insists. "At least until you can sort things out on your own. Stand up, Serizawa-san. I can't just let a friend of Mob's live out on the street."

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star-colored

Louis stands spellbound—her body, sheathed in cream satin, skirt the fullest of harvest moons. Her hair, swept to one side, the flush bared at the nape of her neck, and—and fuck, Divines, her <i>face,</i> steeped whole in wonder… Yunaka is unbearably beautiful, an overflow of the finest champagne and… Louis drowns.

louis/yunaka | the inherent eroticism of tailoring | e

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Hi hello!

I'm autumn! If you've seen me around, I was @jadebrace1 on twitter (left as the ship was sinking), and I'm axumun on ao3! I never really posted about my work on my main tumblr, bc I'm followed by minors, but I miss being able to reach new people with my work! I've written a lot of fics for Promare, Sabikui Bisco, and Fire Emblem Engage, as well as others. Currently I'm fixated on Mob Psycho 100 and reign/serizawa (serirei), so they'll be coming soon. I really love meeting new people and yelling about silly guys!! I hope if you've found me, you can find something you like!!