#arc: before the storm

[ffxiv-f13ndish]

To Paint a Picture

Collab. drabble w/ @sorrel-haven [Kore] and @ro-valerius [Tofu].

Kore attempts to paint a portrait of Miyu. Hijinks ensue. Tofu brings a gift.

After Kore had offered to paint their portrait, Miyu eagerly awaited the day she was open to do so. Kore, needing to unwind, decided today was that day. Miyu had propped themself up with extra pillows and a nearby snack, prepared to sit for as long as needed. They were going to have to be still for this, after all.

And they were – for the most part. 

Some time had passed before a flicker of mischief lit up in Miyu. They turned their gaze away from the wall, instead choosing to meet Kore’s eyes with an unwavering stare. Kore looked up from her easel and noticed Miyu’s stare. She raised an eyebrow and smiled at them.

“What are you doing?” she said with a giggle.

Miyu’s expression was wide eyed and innocent, as if they couldn’t possibly be up to any sort of no good. 

“Why, me? Just sitting pretty, as usual,” they responded with a coquettish bat of their lashes. “Why do you ask?”

Kore shook her head with a chuckle and went back to painting. She didn’t need to look over to know they were still staring right at her. She could feel their eyes on her. She tried to suppress the bubbling giggle, which only served to make it worse. 

Seeing as Kore fell victim to the giggles, a sly grin crossed Miyu’s features. They attempted to keep blinking to a minimum. She spared a glance at Miyu when she needed to check the shape of their brow. That was a mistake - they cheekily winked when Kore had to meet their gaze. She couldn’t hold back the giggles any longer!

“Y- you’re ridiculous!” she managed to get out through the bubbly laughter.

“I’m only admiring the art,” the Miqo’te playfully purred back.

“What are you talking about? You can’t see it from there!” she laughed, confused.

“Oh, I wasn’t talking about the painting, lovely.”

Kore blinked, what was that supposed to mea- The realization hit her and her cheeks flushed immediately. She tried to hide her face with one hand as she looked away from Miyu. 

The impish grin on Miyu’s face only grew. 

“You know, I don’t think it will be easy to paint me if you aren’t looking at me,” Miyu further teased.

She looked at them through her fingers. “I can paint you easily!” she said with a huff before reaching over and dabbing a splotch of blue on the miqo’te’s cheek.

An incredulous gasp sounded from Miyu after Kore’s paint attack. A devious look flashed across their features before they lunged forward towards Kore’s paint palette. They swiped their fingers across it before aiming to mark her forehead with the painted digits.

She grabbed their hand saving her forehead, but the paint caused her grip to slip and they got paint all down her arm. She let out a high pitched scoff and smeared a glob of paint on their shoulder.

Miyu very nearly apologized, upon seeing the paint that stained Kore's arm. However, the urge to apologize was quickly withdrawn when Kore retaliated further. This was war. And fighting fair wasn’t essentially Miyu’s style. They turned their head toward their shoulder, to get a bit of paint on their own nose. 

The Miqo’te placed both hands on either side of Kore’s face and leaned in, lips pressing to Kore’s as the tip of their paint smeared nose butted against her own. Kore made a small noise in surprise, but leaned into the kiss.

When they pulled away, Miyu flashed a wicked grin. “What’s wrong? Do I have something on my face?”

“Hmm yes let me get it.” Kore laughed and smeared some more paint on their cheek. “There. I think I got it.” 

Miyu’s relentless stare finally broke as they averted their eyes to the floor, their paint covered face touched by strokes of warm red. 

“You know, this isn’t quite what I meant when I asked to get my face painted,” they said, wiping the paint off their shoulder with the palm of the hand. They then proceeded to press their hand against Kore’s cheek, leaving a palm print in the wake of their painted destruction.

Kore laughed and brushed some hair out of Miyu’s face. She leaned forward and pressed her forehead to theirs. Giggles were still subsiding as she let out a content sigh. She took Miyu’s hand and rubbed her thumb on the back of it. A small knock at the door caused her to jump and bonk her head on Miyu’s. Miyu blinked and rubbed their forehead with their hand — inadvertently smearing the paint further.

Kore rubbed her head as she called, “Come in?”

Tofu poked his head in and paused at the sight of…paint everywhere. Just. So much paint. A neutral expression turned deadpan as he examined the two of them. Miyu beamed, wiggling their fingers as they greeted Tofu. With a sigh, he stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind him, keeping a hand behind his back so they couldn’t see what he had just yet; he wanted to explain himself before they laughed. Miyu’s fingers stilled when they picked up on the curious sight of Tofu hiding something behind his back, the Miqo’te leaning to one side in an attempt to catch a glimpse.

“I see you two are having fun,” he said, his tone not giving any indication of his mood. He cleared his throat and averted his gaze. “I uh…made some good luck charms for everyone…” 

He mentally smacked himself. Good job explaining first, bozo. Still not looking at either of them, he held out two hand sewn charms, one in a dark pinkish red, much like Kore wore, and one with a light purple and seafoam green coloured pattern. Miyu's eyes gleamed with Tofu’s presentation, and they darted forward to check out the good luck charms. Kore smiled as she remembered Tofu mentioning good luck charms before.

“Awe… thank you! This is lovely,” Miyu cooed, beginning to reach for the good luck charm. With the sharp points of their nails, they carefully picked up theirs. In thanks, Miyu snuck in a hasty peck on the cheek. A blush crept across Tofu’s cheeks as he stubbornly kept his gaze averted.

Kore wiped her hands on a paint rag before going up to take her charm. “This is lovely Tofu, thank you!” She held it closer to her face to look at the detailing.

Tofu saw Kore from the corner of his eye as she held the charm very close to her face to see and gave her a look before going over to the shelf where she’d placed her glasses ages ago and forgot about. Still giving her that look, he grabbed the glasses from the shelf and walked back over to her, pushing them gently onto her face. 

“Dork.” 

Kore blinked as she was suddenly gifted vision. She adjusted her glasses and stuck her tongue out at him. He returned the favour.

Miyu emitted a faint ‘oh’ in surprise when a pair of glasses were placed on Kore’s face.

“Maybe. But a pretty dork,” they hummed in approval. “How come you never wear them? Do you just call me ‘rainbow’ because I look like an obscure blob of colors to you?” Miyu giggled.

“...” Kore blushed and deliberately looked at the ceiling. “Maybe…”

Tofu cleared his throat and brushed his hair into his face more, as if to hide a little. “W-Well, it seemed like I interrupted something, so I’ll let you both get back to it,” he mumbled, turning towards the door. 

Kore grabbed his hand before he could leave, with Miyu simultaneously making a grab for the other. Tofu felt the paint from Miyu’s hand transfer to his own and gave them a brief look.

“You don’t have to go,” the two said in unison. Their pleading looks almost mirrored each other.

In the face of their expressions, he couldn’t say no to either of them. 

“R-right…” he mumbled. 

Kore smiled as she walked over to her paint case, and pulled out two more paint rags to hand to the other two. She sat back at her easel and checked it over to see if the paint fight affected it. Luckily, it was unscathed.

Once Miyu’s hands were cleaned up with the rags, they got to examining their new charm with ease. Miyu grinned and gave the little charm a peck before they tucked it away into a sewn pocket in their dress.

“I was trying to paint Miyu’s portrait, however they decided to get cheeky,” she explained. “So I had to punish them, you see. And well… We got a bit carried away.”

“Punish?” Miyu gasped in disbelief. “If I remember correctly, it was you who attacked first! All I was doing was sitting, swear it!”

“Sitting and making comments!” she said in a lighthearted protest.

“Well… am I ever wrong?” Miyu quipped, the deceitful veil of innocence falling from their expression with a roguish smirk. “Besides, it’s just about lunch time. Perfect distraction for a break.” 

Tofu watched the exchange as he wiped the paint off of his hand, hoping that Miyu hadn't gotten any paint elsewhere else on his person. As he checked over to ensure that he had gotten all of the paint off of his hand, he remembered that he had been out of practice sewing, and while the pinpricks weren't super noticeable, he was quick to close his hand and keep it at his side sheepishly. 

"Did you…want to keep painting or did you prefer to get lunch and come back…?" he asked softly.

“I think we should take a break,” Kore said, putting her paints away. “Have you eaten yet?”

Tofu caught sight of a disgruntled Chauncey and gave a small wave in greeting before turning his attention back to Kore. "...I haven't," he said, having forgotten the whole day to stop working on the charms to do anything to sustain himself. 

“Easy fix. Let's all go to lunch,” Miyu enthusiastically proposed, hopping over to Tofu’s side to hook an arm around his. They started to reach for his hand with their other hand, only to pause. 

“Ouch. How long have you been working on those charms, dear?” they remarked, lifting up his hand to inspect it. He shrugged, as best he could with their arm around his.

"I think I woke up a couple hours before the sun came up because I had that dream again. Worked on those to have something else to think about," he murmured.

“Ah, I’m sorry,” Kore said with a small frown. “You can always come sit with one of us if that happens. You don’t have to talk about it either, we don’t mind being a distraction.”

“The door is always open for you,” Miyu agreed with a nod. 

“A-ah, right…” Tofu muttered as he averted his gaze. 

Kore sighed softly with a fond exasperation. He’ll get there, someday- hopefully. Today they were getting lunch. She walked over and took Tofu’s other hand and guided them both out the door.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Bare skin, bare feelings.

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[thegracefulknight]

Weston College, June 4, 1889 — The party after the second Sapphire Miracle.

These frames added ten years to my life omgg. (which will prolly be taken away again once the current manga chapters get animated, but that's a worry for another time lol)

I love how we got to see Phipps' chimkeen but how come the chapter 66 where it came from wasn't though?! Still hope they animate it as a flashback or even as OVA. 😭🥹

Also, Paula and Edward dancingg! They're so cute 🤭

[astralleywright]

Wait before we get all new art:

[yami268]

One thing I realized that makes me more miffed about "Origins" is that they made Junko part of the Talons once (Cyclonian Youth Brigade) and they never really utilize that plot point throughout the entire series.

[cye-wiz]

happy graduation to the wettest cat of a man in the spiral <3 (infodump in the tags)

[oliversgarden]

Having friends at different points of their first listen throughs of rqg is great, like I’ve got one friend sobbing about Sasha’s letter and the other one is laughing about is Bertie guy pretending to be a statue! Ohhh good times

[b1gwings]

a little something i made for my dnd group back in september ^_^

[sorrel-haven]

What if I Named the Stars with You?

Kore was made to actually wear her glasses! so now she can see the stars.

Tofu belongs to @ro-valerius

Kore never spent much time up on the roof before. She didn’t think falling off sounded fun, and she didn’t care to find her glasses just to go up. With the new pair she decided to see what it was like up there. She knew a few Flowers and friends spent a fair amount of time up there and was curious.

She walked up the stairs and hopped over the railing onto the roof, walking over to the front side of the house. She sat on the edge, checking out the view. The sun setting behind her let her see the early stars starting to freckle the darkening sky. For the first time in 6 years she looked up and really saw them. Glittering gems on a dark fabric, and as the sky got darker even more emerged.

It was breathtaking.

Tofu also had a mind to sit on the roof to clear away some persistent thoughts. Once he crested over the rounded bit that bridged the front and the back of the roof, he caught sight of familiar light pink ears. He stopped short, tilting his head as he considered if he should announce his presence or not. Better to not surprise her.

“Seeing you up here is new,” he stated simply.

Kore didn’t look at him, “I had forgotten…” she trailed off. It was a half formed thought, almost like she didn’t realize she had said it.

“What the stars looked like?” he completed softly, seeing that she was actually wearing glasses for once. 

He finally decided to make his way over, settling on the roof beside her. While she was looking up at the stars, he was trying to read her expression. There was something wistful and awestruck in her features that made a small smile make its way across his face. She met his gaze and smiled back. He blushed and looked away.

“It’s been… a while since I’ve had new glasses, not that I’ve worn them… But yes, I forgot how many stars there are. I’m surprised I was able to make out the constellations during my astrology lessons.” she said with an embarrassed chuckle.

Tofu looked out into the stars, eyes darting as if to note each of the brightest stars out. He recognized repeating patterns from his many nights on the roof, but wouldn’t be able to name them. 

“Teach them to me,” he said suddenly. 

She looked at him, a bit surprised, but then quickly recovered, smiling. She scooched closer while still looking at the sky. After locating one of them, she guided his face with one hand and pressed her cheek to his to check the angle. She used her other hand to point it out. He glanced down at her as she pressed her cheek to his, then to where she was indicating, listening attentively.

“That one there, the pinkish-purple stars? That’s the spire.” She traced a picture around the stars. “There’s the tower, built by Byregot, and that’s the lightning striking the tower from Rhalgr.”

“The Spire…” he murmured, noting the shapes for later. He looked over and pointed at, from what he could see, a trail leading to four in a diamond shape nearby, just off of the Byregot star. “And that one?”

“Oh! That’s the Ewer." She traced a new picture around this set of stars. “You can see a jug, it belongs to Thaliak, it’s filled with knowledge that flows forth from it and its waters are used to shape fate by Nymeia.”

He repeated the name of the constellation once more under his breath, scanning the shape of it. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

“Do you have a favourite?”

“No…” she looked up at the stars. “They’re all pretty, and they all have stories to them. But…” she points to a group of stars and traces a picture. “That group there, two rabbits and a cat. That might be a favorite.” 

Tofu looked where she was pointing and tilted his head. "...I don't see it." He began to wonder if that was an actual constellation at all. 

Kore grabbed his face and leaned in to press her cheek against his to guide his gaze once more. She traced the picture she made up again a few more times.

“They’re in a cuddle pile. One, and two and the cat makes three.”

“I don’t think that’s a real- oh. You’re being cute. I get it,” he said, pulling away from her just enough to tilt her face towards him and bump her forehead with his.

Kore giggled and closed her eyes as their foreheads touched. She lingered like that for as long as he let her. He really did wish moments like this could last forever. He wanted to stop time right there and enjoy the calm for a while. Instead, he took that moment to really take in her features. From the curve of her lips to the rhythm of her breathing, he took it all in.

After a moment, it occurred to him that he was staring, and while she had her eyes closed and wouldn’t have noticed, his socially awkward nature got the better of him and he sat up straight, looking out at the stars and hoping the dark of night could hide the tint of his cheeks. Kore’s eyes fluttered open as he sat up. She had noticed, but simply smiled at him.  

“We’ll have to remember where that one is,” she said while looking back at the made up constellation. “Maybe give it a name too. I’ll chart it at the  Athenaeum Astrologicum for good measure.”

Tofu smiled softly, though he still didn’t look over at her.

 “It’s alright, I’ve already got it memorized.” 

[symbologic]

I think it's very interesting that Zoro lost:

One parent to illness (like Usopp and Sanji)

The other parent to pirates (like Nami)

One of his best friends to a confusing, senseless death he had to hear about secondhand (like Luffy)

And yet, he is the only member of Luffy's core crew from East Blue who doesn't let personal problems push him away. He is also the only one of the original five who never doubts his place in the crew or Luffy's abilities

Obviously each character has their reasons for their own crises. But Zoro is so much more well-adjusted and centered than people give him credit for

[ffxiv-f13ndish]

What Happened that Night

collab. drabble w/ @ro-valerius (Tofu), w/ mention of Kore (@sorrel-haven)

Miyu is in better health, but guilt plagues their mind. Miyu reflects on what Tofu had said about them hiding things from him, too. They decide to tell him about what had happened that night where they went to pursue the informant... and Tofu opens up about Tuturoko's plans.

Following a few days of rest and care, Miyu was no longer ill. And they felt compelled to keep their hands busy, but they didn’t feel energetic enough to practice combat. They just needed something to keep their mind occupied.

They sat on the lawn for a while, practicing with the violin — though practicing was a very loose term to use for what they were doing. No real melody or pattern, but a distracted pressing of their fingers against the strings. They held the instrument lazily, bow just barely playing against the strings.  Miyu’s mind kept wandering back to what Tofu had said a few days back. 

What had he meant when he told them they hadn’t been up front with him? They had spent much of their time recuperating in bed just searching for an answer to what Tofu was talking about. 

The Miqo’te’s ears twitched as they heard a familiar set of footsteps. Miyu perked up, lifting their head to look at Tofu. 

“Hello, dear. Got some time to help me out?” they greeted the viera with a gentle smile.

Tofu glanced over at them, noting the violin with them. With a brief nod, he walked over to join them, plopping heavily on the lawn beside them; he had intended to be a bit more graceful, but he felt so drained. He gave them a look that implored them to go on.

Miyu’s gaze lingered on his tired features. Would now really be a good time to talk? In their hesitation, their eyes fell down to the violin in their lap, and the sheet music nearby. 

“Can you… help me with this section? Can’t figure out exactly how my fingers are supposed to work here,” Miyu inquired, pointing down to a random section of the sheet music – which they have not looked at once since coming out here to practice.  

Tofu leaned over and scanned the section of the sheet music, his fingers on his left hand mimicking the placement as he sight read through it. Miyu glanced down, watching as his fingers moved as he read along to the music. They smiled fondly.  He scooted closer, positioning himself in front of them and reaching out.

“It starts here, then moves into…this,” he murmured, placing their fingers on the strings for each note before moving to the next until he got through the section. “Try it for me? You’re capable, so don’t stress too much, you’ll get it.”

They adjusted their fingers as Tofu placed them on the strings, though their gaze seemed to study him more so than the sheet music. Without much trouble, they played as instructed. Yes, they certainly needed help on that section. Tofu gave them a soft smile and reached over, ruffling their hair slightly before smoothing it back down for them. 

“See? Not so bad. You’ve been learning well, so don’t get caught in your own head so much, alright?” he said comfortingly. 

“Not so bad, hm? Not exemplar?” Miyu cheekily responded with a wink. 

“I-I meant learning it, not how well you did!” he stammered.

They chuckled lightly, setting the violin and bow down. Despite the playfulness of their remark, there was an edge of uncertainty in their expression. They looked down as they fiddled with a tassel of their dress.

“There’s… another thing. Something else I want help with. Can we… talk about what you meant that night?”

Tofu sighed. “I really shouldn’t have said anything. I had a rough day that day, and was more upset in general. I lashed out, and I shouldn’t have.”

“That's fine, Tofu. Look – I want you to be able to talk about these things with me. I know these hard conversations feel wrong and… uncomfortable. But I’d like for you to be honest with me, and I appreciate that you can be,” Miyu gently insisted, reaching out to tenderly place a hand over Tofu’s. 

“Please… talk to me. What was it that made you say it like that?”

Tofu was quiet for a long moment. He didn’t really want to get into it with them, because he didn’t want to hurt them. But they were already hurt because of what he couldn’t stop himself from saying before. The least he could do is explain why, and perhaps assure them that it doesn’t upset him- usually. He looked away, nonetheless, unwilling to let them see into his soul in this particular moment. 

“...It was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter anymore, but… at the time, it felt like I was expected to be forthcoming, and I was making the effort to be, I still am. But you and Kore went to Coerthas and dismissed it as a game; I’m not a fool, Kore would not spend more time there than she had to. But…as long as you came back safe, I wasn’t going to say anything. You…still haven’t told me what happened after you went to talk to that informant. I don’t expect you to, it just… Nevermind.”

Ah. So that is what Tofu meant. They have been hiding things. 

Miyu lowered their gaze, but they didn’t draw their hand away from Tofu’s. Instead, they wrapped their hand around his own, especially holding on after Tofu’s dismissal of his own words at the end. 

“Back in Coerthas… I guess I just didn’t want to recognize how serious the situation was. Of what I had to do. Kore happened to be there when I spoke about going out to get rid of some Basilisks who were going to take the same airship as me. She offered to come along and help me get rid of them. Things… uh… didn’t go as planned. And we ended up having to throw a few other folks overboard. I guess after it happened, I just tried to play it off as a game,” they began to explain. They reached out with their other hand, completely encircling Tofu’s hand with both hands. 

“I’m sorry I left you out. I should be more open with you too, if you’re going to be open with me. I want to be. I want you in my life.” Gently, they squeezed his hand. “I’ll tell you what happened with the informant. I just… I can’t have anyone else knowing.” They glanced back over their shoulder to the window, though it seemed like nobody was there. 

“It’s…fine. Really. You’re allowed to have your secrets, everyone has their own, I shouldn’t have lashed out like that,” Tofu murmured, his hand tensing under theirs. 

Miyu scowled. Gently, they thumped the back of his hand with the ends of their fingers. 

“I know. But I want you to know what’s going on in my life, too. And I’d rather that you be honest with me.” They chuckled, somewhat tensely. “Anyways. With the type of lashing out I’ve heard? No, you weren’t lashing out.”

Miyu cleared their throat, needing a second before they could continue. 

“That night I went out to meet the informant, he did get to telling me a bit about M’ezzo and Magnus before the agreed transaction – as planned…” Miyu paused, once more clearing their throat. “I remember stepping away… to grab something or clean-up? I don’t know. But he got to putting something into my flask and I… woke up at Virgil’s.”

“What of that would be so bad for anyone else to know…?” he asked gently, not quite understanding.

Miyu’s expression became hard to read. They turned their head in another direction, staring off to burn a hole into nowhere with their gaze. In their tension, their hands shook as they resisted the urge to fidget. 

“I don’t know how long I was unconscious there. Or what the informant did.” They cleared their throat again. “Or maybe I just… didn’t want an answer of what he did. Or maybe I thought pretending to have someone take advantage like that never happened.”

They shifted where they sat. Tofu stiffened at the revelation. “Anyways… as you’ve said. This was all a long time ago. I just… figured these things that’ve happened in my past just didn’t matter anymore.”  

Dangerous thoughts danced through Tofu’s mind that he had to actively discard- he’d just have to figure out if that informant still lived before he could think about vengeance. He took a deep breath in and closed his eyes. As he let his breath out, he turned to face them, noticing that they, too, had looked away. He reached out gently, turning their face towards him. 

“If those things hurt you, they matter. I apologize for reminding you of what happened, however. I-I didn’t even consider-” He shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

Miyu turned their head towards him. For a second, their expression was distant. They gave a gentle smile, and lowered their head slightly to give his palm a kiss in thanks.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I’m dealing, and I’m alright. I guess… it also helps a bit to talk about these things. And I’m glad it's you I can talk to.” Finally, they looked up to meet his gaze. 

“As I’ve said. I want you in my life, and I want to be in yours. Both the good and the bad, in both parts.” 

Tofu let the silence hang for a moment. He knew he owed them an explanation for how he’s been acting, but he also knew that they would be upset that he wanted to keep it from them. Because he should have trusted them from the start, them and Kore both. He let his hands drop to his sides as he looked away, his fingers curling around the grass. His words came out abruptly and tensely. 

“The mage I went to fight, she mentioned in her attempt to bring me out that Tuturoko brought you and Kore into it- by name. He knows who you both are, and what you mean to me.”

Miyu stared a long while. 

“Oh… oh.” Miyu sighed. They went quiet a moment as they thought of what to say. 

They placed both hands on Tofu’s face, carefully guiding him to look at them. 

“All that means is that he’s going to know a few extra names of the people who helped bring him to his end. It won’t change anything, dear.” They leaned in, pressing their lips to his forehead. 

Tofu closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, and when he opened them, there was a steely determination to them. 

“Of course, he was always going to die by my hands.”

Miyu gave a wry grin. Their eyes flickered over his expression, and their thumb gently brushed over his lower lip. 

“Whenever you get that look in your eyes… I admire it. You look so cute it makes me think of kissing you again.”

[frogs-in3-hills]

yall were right hxh 1999 is even better than 2011

[deafknell]

This is still my fave coloured illustration from arc 8 it has 0 reason to be this funny. She looks like she's dropping in from the fortnite battle bus

[bonefall]

Weird question, but if Clear Sky had merked Grey Wing, would Thunder ever had let that go, do you think?

In-canon?

As much as I am vocal about not liking DOTC, I think it's clear they tried to set up killing Gray Wing as Clear Sky's "too far" moment. The point of no return. He can kill and torture as many women as he wants but Gray Wing? No, the Erins have Boldly Decreed that THIS is too far. Wowe.

But at the same time, Clear Sky did almost kill him. Twice. Once in Sun Trail when he was watching Fox maul him and doing nothing, and again in First Battle when Gray Wing drops the star line. And those aren't even his worst crimes

So I think it's stupid to think that Canon Thunder actually has a "too far" standard lmao, everyone forgives Clear Sky for whatever horrible shit he did no matter what anyway, so how am I supposed to believe that THIS would be too far?

I think Canon Thunder would have quibbled sadly about it for a few months and then StarClan would have been like "your dad loooves youuu be nice to your dad to your REAL real dad" and Thunder would be like "ok"

But the Erins probably wouldn't have written that.

[eartheats]

phew! hiya guys! hopefully y'all haven't missed me too much!

...

given that i've been home for a week now and i kinda forgot rotomblr was a thing from bein' on the grindstone, though, i can't say i'd blame y'all if ya did. ^^;; oopsies! only one i've really been talkin' to as of late is family and miss amarys, outside'a workin' stuff

but i wanted to let y'all know i got home nice and safe!!! if i didn't, i'm pretty sure my friends would'a seen to it for sure!!!

but wow. i gotta admit, after not bein' home for so long, i really have missed it here! blueberry and hoenn have been nice, but y'all gotta see the work that mads and jacques did while i was gone!!!

[pictures: there are a few of them so let's go one by one!

first: a picture of the interior of ren's house, which is pretty small, all things considered. there seems to be a place for bouton and coriander to root themselves in and it's well maintained, and it looks like it got a little touch up with some decorative flourishes.

second: a picture of ren's TV, sitting atop a dresser. a playstation one can be seen on the floor, and there's a small bit of shelving showing a few different games. eagle eyed viewers can see atelier marie: the alchemist of salburg, barbie: race and ride, and every need for speed game released on the console pretty close up, and they're well worn like they've been played often.

third: what seems to be a brand new couch and chair. the chair sits normally, but the couch sits rather low to the floor; lulu can be seen placing half of himself onto it, eyes closed in what seems to be bliss. the chair appears to have a pillow on it with an arbok pattern, along with a pastel pink orthworm plush draped over it.

fourth...strangely enough looks like a bedroom, but it seems to have been stripped of any personal belongings. there seem to be a few boxes to the side of a surprisingly large bed, where it seems that a recognizable metagross, linux, has taken over rather gladly. the bed frame itself seems to have, uh, not been ready for this, but if the metagross cares (if they didn't do it themself), it's not apparent, at least. if one looks closely, they can see some patched up holes in the walls...]

haaaaaa...i won't lie, steppin' into my old parents room was. kinda panic inducin' at first. it still feels like a space that ain't ever gonna be mine, and...i think i'm makin' my peace with this becomin' a guest room instead'a ever gettin' one of my own. but as ya can see, i'm treatin' the first guest like a king!!! 😌 the bed was gonna need to be replaced anyway, but i guess i see where mom was funnellin' money into. that bed's apparently some bougie ass shit, but i'm gonna replace it once i go back to blueberry for sure.

[picture: a young man with an impressively custom tailored pink suit has a florges beside him, who seems to giggle at the camera. to his side, a pink haired woman with her hair tied up in standard paldean pokemon nurse style in what can only be described as a grandma dress with a cardigan over the top of it, with a Flareon nestled by her legs.]

also!!! jacques and mads went off to sinnoh just a few days ago for the start of contest season!!! i heard he won the jubilife ribbon with ease, and he and mads are makin' their way to floaroma right now to take part in the next qualifier. they're keepin' me updated and it seems like they're takin' the world by storm! apparently he stopped off along the way and picked up an old partner of his from his parents too, so minerva ain't a one woman show!

but yeah! uh. between work and stuff i'll still be a lil busy, but i wanted to let y'all know i'm okay! and to expect some nice pictures soon, heehee!

[foremyth]

incredibly mesmerized by aizen operating under daily/ordinary or even domestic circumstances