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For that '3 sentence au' thingy: The Germains & your HoK for a coffee shop AU XD (coffee shop AUs are one of my faves XD)

(Prompt from this post.)

"We're the only coffee shop in the Chorrol area who serves grande, venti, and large-sized cups." Reynald scoffed quietly from Guilbert's right side.

"Oh hush." Guilbert leaned against the counter, hoping to pop his stiff back before another customer came in. "She's one of our regulars, Reynald, the least you could do is not mock her for ordering--"

Reynald stood up, holding a small box of extra creamers and sugar packets. "A café lives on its reputation, Guil. If some high price snob comes in here and sees that we serve Miss Old MacDonald her 'large' coffee, they're going to write a sour review of the Two Brothers. And then we're done for!" Guilbert's back popped; but that was not why he groaned as he stood back up. Reynald meant well-- ever since he had begun staying sober he took the café as seriously as Guilbert did. It was simply that he focused too much on the nitty little details.

Besides, Guilbert felt he had to defend their customer. Every day it was open Miraina Rusonius was in the Two Brothers' coffee shop ordering a 'large' hazelnut latte and two of whatever pastry they had baked that morning. She'd sit in a corner, quietly, reading or watching people pass by. (Though rarely Guilbert had the feeling she was watching him instead.)

"Just because she doesn't know a difference between venti or grande doesn't mean we should mock her. She brings her friends in here too-- which is better business than any snob." Guilbert said, smiling at Miraina when their eyes happened to meet from the opposite ends of the room. She smiled back warmly but ducked her head down quickly at what she was reading.

"Or maybe--" Reynald startled Guilbert by jabbing him in the arm. "You're defending her because you've grown soft for someone who clearly loves you."

"Me?" Guilbert stammered. "And not my wonderful coffee-making skills? Surely you jest, Reynald." But he felt his face warm and knew he'd be teased for it later. "I... she. She just knows a good coffee shop when she sees it."

"Sure." Reynald only smirked after that and Guilbert wanted to hit his brother at least a little.

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🖊🖊 One for Iris and one for Dahlia!

Hello friend 👋🏻

How about this one? I have two girls with something in common.

Iris and Dahlia both love to ice skate.

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OC Items Descriptions Game

(NOTE: this post has been languishing in the drafts of my main writing blog since Aug 2022, but I still wanted to acknowledge the post that birthed it)

I thought I'd make a tag game off the back of this post by tangodyke because, IMO, "in the tags" is too restrictive for this kind of question.

Rules: Pick an OC and describe their phone/ laptop/ car/ backpack (or fantasy equivalent) based on their personality.

Tagging: @aalinaaaaaa @ieppiq @wispstalk @rhikasa @eli-writes-sometimes @hannah-heartstrings @artdecosupernova-writing @mythrilpencil @aquadestinyswriting @reneesbooks @oh-no-another-idea @winglesswriter @pheita

In an effort to unstick myself, I'm doing this for Aderyn.

Phone

I've mentioned before that Aderyn technically has 3 phones, because she believes in redundancy. All are jailbroken android devices running a GFS-custom OS. However, since I wrote that, I changed my mind a little. The 3rd device is an ancient clamshell of some kind, which makes hiding it in her boots much easier and means it holds it's battery charge better. Also, the font she uses for her primary device is akin to Wingdings, so that no one else can read messages over her shoulder.

Laptop

This is a gunmetal-grey Lenovo ThinkPad. Again, as it's GFS-provided, it has a locked-down custom UNIX OS and encryption coming out of the wazoo (not that Aderyn really understands this, as her talents lie elsewhere). Her sole allowance to customization of it is a little sticker of a stylized/ illustrated mountain range in one corner (mostly so she knows the difference between hers and the others in the office as they all have the same tech).

Car

I've talked a bit about her Land Rover here, but some things I've not mentioned before are that:

Her uncle, Modryn, helped remodel the interior

He also helped her convert the engine over to a hybrid

A lot of the work was done on a shoestring, so nearly everything was from charity, hand-me-downs, repurposed, or gifts. There's very little that's new-new.

She has proximity alarms for when she's in a rural or otherwise insalubrious area. Her mother gave Aderyn these after someone tried to break in while she was sleeping.

Living on the road has caused her to be incorrectly referred to as part of the Romani diaspora (the OfNS hates her).

Her car literally is her life.

Backpack

She has a small black fabric handbag that can convert to a hip pouch, and tries not to carry very much on her as it can impede movement. There's a little bit about her Daily Carry here.

During The Ruby Falls it gains a bullet hole, which one of the Blades lovingly patches over with the Ace flag colours. Aderyn does not know that's what the purple/grey/black are for; she just thinks it's neat.

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WIP WEDNESDAY

Tagged by @wispstalk, @everybodyknows-everybodydies, @inkoherentwriting, @redyn-nerevarine, and @devilrose. Thank you for tagging me :D I've never been tagged by so many ppl in such a short period of time it's amazing.

Tagging @hannah-heartstrings, @the-sunlit-earth, @thescrolls-haveforetold, @apollinariafh, @da3drat, @downontheupside

I was also tagged in the slaughterfish post. Imagine if I already finished this! I wasn't just killing a slaughterfish. I was killing THE Daggerfall slaughterfish!!!!! I could have be a slaughterfish slaughterer!

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So that didn't pan out. 😅

Turns out I didn't have the mental energy for posting either, or tumblr in general, and that scene needs editing after all, which I also don't have the energy for.

On the flipside, the weather's been nice and I've been having fun working outside. So I might focus on that and some spring cleaning for now, take a bit of a tumblr break, and try to let my mind rest.

Love you all, take care of yourselves. I'll talk to you soon. 🫶

Last week was utterly exhausting, I lost my mental energy and motivation. And while I've not fully recovered, and thinking about writing is too tiring, I remembered a scene I've been sitting on and now I'm excited to post again. :D

Previously I thought it might be more fun to save some of the more plot relevant Oblivion moments for a full, in order, fic, but I changed my mind, at least for a few of the early thiefguard ones.

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Ashenbank woods near Cobham, England by Simon Bolton

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Here’s a video so you can hear the water and the thrushes. I took it for you because you couldn’t be there. <3

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Best friends

(via)

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"Are you sure?"

Universe: Oblivion Vanilla CW: Injury (no blood) Written for flashfictionfridayofficial's 'Help not wanted' prompt.

Briar trotted down the hill next to where I lay on the ground, nuzzling at my torso. "No, no. I've got it," I told my steed. Carefully I rolled over, gruting at a twinge in my left shoulder; to be expected when you've fallen awkwardly down a steep incline. Pulling my hands beneath me, I pushed-- My left arm gave way with no warning and I fell face-first in the dirt. Spitting dust, I tried again. The result was the same. "How strange," I told the horse. "It just doesn't work… But it doesn't feel broken…" Briar snorted, nosing at me again. "Yes, yes." This time I rolled to my right, using only that arm to push myself up. My head swam. Briar made a sound much like a huff, lowering himself down next to me. Instinctively, I reached out to pat his neck, to give reassurance. I gasped as lighting-pain drove through my upper chest, exploding on my collar bone. Briar squealed and shook his head. "So maybe it is broken," I muttered after catching my breath. Briar's snort was harsher this time. I wrapped my hand around the straps of his harness, using it to pull myself to my knees. He watched as I rose unsteadily to my feet, nickering softly and tossing his head. I frowned. "Are you sure?" We didn't have a lot of practice with him rising while I was mounted. His ears went back and he grunted. "Okay. I get the message." I mounted up, and Briar groaned as he rose. But rise he did, and began trotting towards the path and civilisation.

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Sophistry!

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welcoming april in full bloom ❁*･ﾟ

Instagram - Twitter

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mid-morning in the spring ♡ Instagram - Twitter

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Spring is absolutely good news

© Veronika Tsoi

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First it was me, then it became us

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What do you think he's singing to her?

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Oishi Park, Fujikawaguchiko, Japan by Masami Shirai